When he stopped, I chocked the wheels and loosened the chain. With the tractor/backhoe loose, we moved around trying to determine the best place for a...simple gravesite.Shirley came out and I asked for her opinion. She looked around, saw a small clearing off to one side, and said, "That's a good spot if you can get in there."Dad looked and said, "It will be tight but we can do it."We dug a hole with the backhoe and then had the grisly task of getting the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Davidson out of. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them to serve. A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise just because you tell someone to wear a collar that doesn't make you a Master. A Master must have respect for their pet, they must care about the pet's. I was disgusted, I could feel her wetness on my dick. It's the only wetness I've ever felt that wasn't my wife."My gf won't like this" I'll kill you if you tell your gf" we'll go to hell" there is no hell"I thought that was true until she slid her body up on mine. I was so relieved to not feel her wetness on my dick and then it happened. The lips of her vagina landed on my lips, "Now lick" she said. This was the first time I've tasted it, the first time I've been this close. "Lick, bitch" and. My intentions were to ask him what he wanted, but I barely had a chance to shut the door, when I felt his stiff cock pressed hard up against my back, my breasts pressed firmly against the cool wooden door as he gyrated his hard body up against me. "I know this is what you've been wanting from me for weeks now," he said between ragged breaths, while he moved his hands roughly over my body. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, but back the fuck off before I make your dick useless.