" She leads me out the door. My still-lowered panties promptly slide to my ankles, reducing my gait to a mincing shuffle as we proceed past other doo...s. My ass still feels like it has three strands of barbed wire wrapped across it, but the sight of Mistress's magnificent rump slowly undulating as she leads me lazily down the hall is so alluring that my erection is back bigger than ever, bobbling absurdly as I stumble wretchedly behind her. A door to the right is ajar, and through it I can see. After several minutes she took one of my hands and guided it to her crotch, where as my fingers worked up under her skirt and between her thighs I found her panties already damp. She undid my pants, reaching in to grasp my cock, and began to tug on it enthusiastically as I edged her back towards the kitchen table. I stopped as I felt her strike the edge of the table and reached for her skirt, pulling it up around her waist before I tipped her back onto the table. I slid her panties down her. " I knew she was , because she would often leave her window open while she laid in bed playing with her lil pussy. "We are all gonna run a cum train on you bitch, and before tonight is over, youll forget everything" I smacked her cheeck and told her the rules, no biting, no screaming,(she will be gagged) no fighting, or we get worse. We began cutting all of her clothes off with scissors. Her jeans were a little difficult, but she fought less when a dick was shoved in her mouth and. A gentle slope, grassy and punctuated with the blues, reds and yellows of the last wild flowers of the season ran down to the banks of a slow-moving stream. A copse of leafy trees sat to their left, breaking the late afternoon sunshine into warm dapples of light and shadow. The sky looked almost too blue to be real, broken only by a few thin patches of perfect white cloud. Somewhere, off in the far distance, church bells sounded. "You bastard," Gemma said, fighting back tears. "How could.