He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him.“There, isn’t that better?” he said. I could feel my blood pounding in anticipation, hoping ...his would be the end of it. We watched in silence as he stroked my shoulders. Suddenly I realized his cock was sticking straight up out of his pants and his hand as slowly sliding up and down it.“Now, slut,” he said “Here’s how it’s going to be. I give the orders, you take them. If not I make sure the pictures I took got to everyone in this city with. .?" January 31st." "You know how many days that has been since you've hid from me?" I ran the numbers in my head. 31 days in January, December, and October. 30 days in November and September. August had 31, but I was sheltered for 9, so that 22 days. 31..31..31..30..30..22..93 plus 60 ..153 plus 22..175.."One hundred..and..seventy five..days..Master." "That's right. 175 days you've lied to me. And you're going to count for each and everyone of them with 'I'm sorry, Master.'" Normally when he. They then had a thorough look over the 12-camper installation and found the storage lockers. They were of the kind frequently found in industry; about six feet high, four feet wide and about two feet deep. Each was locked with a combination lock but the lock combination had been written on the locker door with indelible ink (there were raccoons on the island). Satisfied, they returned to the boat and started ferrying the supplies to the campsite.They put the blankets and the kitchen equipment;. His green eyes remained trained on the sharks swarming on the plasm screen he'd been fortunate to have gotten last year, but her thoughts wandered elsewhere.Griffin was 5'6", muscular, with a small but noticeable six pack. He had permanently tan skin from living in Texas all his life. His dark brown hair hung to his eyebrows, curved to the left at the ends. His warm green eyes seemed to take her whole figure in at once, making his averagely tan cheeks flush.The last night, they spent till two.