I looked at my reflection in a shop window… normal or thereabouts, it was nearly dark and that would help protect me. In the distance was the Guinn...ss sign outside Reilly’s Irish Bar and I headed straight for it. “It’s okay,” Justyna said, “I finish at 10:00… we’ll find somewhere to talk.”The bar was relatively quiet. I only had fifteen minutes to wait and so I sipped my wine and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Then Justyna was there and we walked out of the bar and down the street.. Angela had been well trained by Mistress and it wasn't long before she could sense the woman, however unwillingly, was reaching her first climax. ?Don't stop, don't stop until I say so.? Angela heard Mistress order and, keeping a regular flick, flick, flick Angela worked away as time and time again the woman responded until, with a massive shudder, and a cry which even the best of gags couldn't suppress, the woman came one last time, her body going rigid before collapsing, hanging limply. Hardly much of a threat, but she signed it. First Katharine read the contract carefully, and when she finished she signed it. She handed it back to me. I signed it and I gave it back to her for safe keeping. Just to minimize it and re-issue her challenge I suppose, she re-issued her dismissive challenge. "You'll never do it." Kissed me, and got up and made some tea. A couple of days later I finished renting an old abandoned factory building out in a deserted industrial area. I got it from a. " Thank you." You close to coming? You ready to come for me little slut?" Yes." Oh God. Hurry hurry hurry. Sara humped back. Willing her body to come before they were caught, yet it wasn't quite happening."As for me," Mrs. Anderson said, working the young housewife's clit in a tight circle. She poked at Sara's puckered hole with the conical tip of the yellow bottle. "I don't like mustard. Does Frank? How about little Jake and Elizabeth?"The older woman's words hit home to Sara. It was bad.