When I was about to turn and go, I realized she was looking right at me!Her eyes wide in surprise, I didn't see fear, she stared directly into mine. I...realized I should have put on a mask or bellacaluva when I heard someone in the house. "I... I won't hurt you." I realized I must look fearful, black pants and shirt, black leather gloves and runners, and a duffel bag under an arm. One of her dainty hands came up and wiped a cheek dry. "I'm sorry for everything... I will leave now..."I stepped. She might have been a good middle distance runner at school, but pulling a cart behind her was different to running a normal race. Even so, she had received encouraging words from the smelly Gottman one night s some days ago after he had completed whipping her strong and hardened back and before he shackled her to the dirty cold floor."You are good at all your disciplines, Slave Francine. You will excel and earn much cash for our Great Mistress - blessings be upon her!" Blessings be upon her!". My first track was to see if she had any feeling about my friends but no, that was a dead end. When I started on the drunken theme, suddenly her hips picked up the pace and she pushed herself hard against me. This was it, somehow the heroine being drunk was the key, I didn't know why at the time but I decided to exploit it as much as possible. I looked on the 'net' and found lots of story sites, some dealing with sexual situations. Then I found a story about a drunken wife getting fucked at a. “Fine. One look. I hope this helps, because it’s never happening again.” I knelt in front of her and looked up at the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Her C-cup breasts capped with dark, silver dollar-sized areola and rock hard nipples gave way to her trim torso down to her prize. Her plump outer labia were spread just enough because of how she was positioned that the pink inner flower was partially visible, and appeared to be moist. She had neatly trimmed, fine, blonde pubic hair that.