A guttural moan reverbed with each driving stroke of rod in her rear and release of all but the moment shown in her face. Krissy was beginning to unde...stand, curiosity and stimulation had balanced the test of inhibition and abuse she’d taken to get to this defining point in her sexual existence. Donna moved to the side of the table causing Krissy to avert her stare from the ass slut’s face. They locked eyes, only this time not so the mistress could assure slave, but so slave could affirm her. " Good choice. You know, I don't really think she was like that when we first started going out. I don't know what happened."Sam looked at me. "She walked all over you, didn't she?"Damn. "Well, I guess, to a point..." I said sheepishly."You're too sweet. I knew it the minute you told me who it was, that she walked on you. Did you sleep together?" My eyes went right open at that, and my jaw dropped. "Thought so," she giggled. "And I'd bet any money that the first few times were great-and after. Romel in the flesh, Mr. Barry White sound-a-like. Petra finally made it home forty-five minutes later and was exhausted. She noticed that Vincent’s car was parked in the garage. She found it strange that he was home early. She walked up to the front door and opened it. When she walked inside she saw a trail of red, pink, and white rose petals. She followed the trail up the stairs to find Vincent on the bed surrounded by rose petals. ‘Oh Vincent this is so romantic, I didn’t expect this.’ ‘. Petra arrived at her small apartment. To her surprise, some one left a note on her door. Picking up the card she opened it and smiled. It was from work. The note was simple and sweet, and she was a bit surprised to get it. It was a letter of apology, not from her tormentors, but others who saw what was happening and said nothing. Several people signed the card and told her to enjoy her two weeks off, because she deserved them. They also included a generous cash donation for her to enjoy. Petra.