Long experience had taught me to take along some of my own equipment visitinga new mistress, despite having to hump along quite a weight. For instance... I've had some fairly useless gags shoved in my mouth at times,often so inadequate that I could hold a conversation while wearing them. Andalthough it's quite understandable why mistresses favour thick padded leathercuffs and straps and similar items in a session, I find them unnatural andartificial. If a session is sometimes not going very well,. You should leave him if he makes you that unhappy. But if you're—fuck—Candy, I'll help you disappear. You have to leave if you're—”“Disappear?” Those helpless, hopeless, and trapped feelings twisted up Candy's insides. “No, no, I can't! I told you about Cindy, I can't do that to her. John is paying for her college, and her family, oh god, no. Cindy doesn't deserve to lose anything because of what I did, and I can't leave those kids with him. They don't deserve that, either.”“Cindy kissed you,. I looked up to see Auburn hair and an olive complexion. Her blazer and skirt were both burgundy, and the ruffled blouse was white. Her stockings … well I confirmed that when she sat across from me and crossed her legs, they were a pale lilac. She settled herself and placed her worn leather satchel on the floor next to her feet. The big bus lumbered its way out of the city, up the Schuylkill Expressway, and on it’s way to its first stop at Gulpa Mills. I was spellbound. I couldn’t take my eyes. This turned out much longer than I originally intended. What can I tell you? You might have questions if you did not read or understand the first story. I like to tell stories. I guess I am a storyteller at heart. I usually tell them from the point of view I saw it from. I try to be gentle to the characters in my stories, I try to avoid a graphic description of sex. If this does not agree with your focus in life you are better off to avoid my works. I like what I post and so do many others..