W?hrend sie sich vor der Zofe lustvoll hin und her drehte, wand diese sich in ihren Handfesseln. "Bitte, Herrin, bitte!" flehte sie."Was denn, meine K...eine?" Lass mich frei. Ich tu alles, was du willst."Die Herrin lachte und hielt in ihren Bewegungen inne."Das musst du in jedem Fall. Es geht nur um die Bezahlung." Bezahlung?" fragte Christa mit schwacher Stimme.Auf einmal hielt Christiane den Bambusstock in der Hand. "Sieben Schl?ge daf?r, dass ich dich freilasse, okay?" Warum gerade. Humming I made myself a coffee and went outside. It was still a bit chilly in the shade but as soon as I stepped into the sunny patches it was nice enough to go for a walk.So I strolled along the sunniest path I had discovered so far. It led to one of the meadows. This one was on a shallow hill and bordered by a thick hedge. I had never ventured much further. Today I just stopped to sip at my coffee, then I walked on. The ground was soft under my feet, the long grass brushed my naked legs.. She drew out this activity, knowing that her husband always enjoyed watching her perform little feminine actions like this. The fact that she had him inside her while she was doing this made her most recent order even more difficult to follow, she knew.She teased him a little. “Like what you see?” she asked, glancing down at him as she continued to adjust her hair.“Uh-huh,” Luke replied, a little curtly.“What?”“Yes, ma’am.”“That’s better.”Naomi smiled to herself. This was fun._________. She couldn't quite understand herself, couldn't understand how she had changed so much, but did that really matter now? She had changed, and she liked it.She thought of Bill and Jeff, those two born-again hypocrites. Until only a short time ago, she'd been much like them. Perhaps seeing her own hypocrisy manifested in them had provoked the change in her. Or maybe Shawn's rigid cock blasting up her virgin asshole had done it. Or maybe it was the taste of dog-cock, or that load of slimy.