I had never been inside Mary Beth’s house, but I was able to follow the sound of the evening news into the den where I found Michael.‭”Hello Mic...ael how is it going?” I asked. He naturally assumed I meant our little project.‭”Your friend Gerome has filmed the layout of the land. Now he wants me to give a lecture about the danger to, and importance of the crane. He doesn’t have any shots of the cranes yet, but he wants a voice tract ready to go when the birds return,” Michael Wilson replied.‭”So. ”“Well, you weren't sucking my cock good enough to earn my come, slave.” He still hadn't gone past the fact that she went to sleep still angry last night. He wanted to resolve that before She looked hurt. “Am I your wife or your slave?” she asked. “I thought you wanted me to be your wife when we were alone like this.”“I'm your husband... and I need to be your Master,” he said. “When I put the Collar on Mandy last night... I got some feedback, or something. I could feel it changing me, making. He began to panic during which he pulled the panty from his pocket and dropped them on the floor.“Pick that you son of a whore!”, I shouted firmly. And he did so with trembling hands that were joined together asking for forgiveness.“If you don’t do as I say, you’ll end up getting in trouble”, I said it by getting close to his face and staring him in the eyes. He shook his head in agreement and breathing heavily.I unzipped the hotel staff’s pants and inserted my right hand to grab his cock and. Right, she said, quick flash. See Mohammed get ready your about to see a lovely pair of boob’s I said. Mum sat back in the passenger’s seat, she smiled I can’t believe I’m about to do this she said. I sat bolt upright learning against the two front seats peering over. I watched as mum pulled the straps from her dress down and lowered the top half so you could see her black patterned bra. She turned to me, are you sure that’s not enough. I smiled nope, come on let Mohammed see your boob’s as.