I just dropped my bags, fell face down on one and promptly went to asleep. I didn't wake until around ten and it was dark. One night light was on and ...he was laying on the other side from me. I stood and looked back, over my shoulder, Carla was still sleeping. I stretched, twisting my lower back to sooth a kink and looked down at her. I still had my shorts on with a t-shirt and no bra. I vaguely remembered hearing the shower earlier and she was laying there in a bathrobe so I assumed she took. A second later he cupped the other with his left hand and began squeezing them until I winced; which made him smile. The huge workman now towered over my tiny frame as his eyes never leftmine while his right hand slowly slid down my stomach and rested on my pubic area. The old man was now twiddling my stiff nipple between his thumb and finger at the same time as he rubbed my pubes through the thin nylon of my panties. It was as if he was defying me to say or do something to stop him. I didn't.. “I wish I could suck your cock right here,” I said. He smiled. “Come on, Trouble. Let’s head back.” * Master wanted me to drive. I sat gingerly and hiked my skirt up as he had trained me to do. Master enjoyed fingering me or pinching and twisting my clit in the car. It was my responsibility to make sure he could access my pussy. I had balked the first time because I felt so exposed. After Master explained to me that my comfort was far secondary to his preference, I began to understand. When he. The silence of their mutual contemplation was broken.A slow reverberating staccato sound, that of Chloe-Celine’s spike heeled boots contrasted and competed in the vast empty space with that of his suddenly laboured breathing. Tightly cinched bands of chrome buckled leather, supple, thick and encasing prisoner Ashe’s entirely mummified head, stretched and relaxed in time with heaving uneven whistles of breath as she approached the elongated and outstretched ‘X‘ of his pale, ghostlike form.Up.