With a sigh, Ulrich pulled back the cloth hood, exposing his short, black hair. Then he removed his breathing mask, a sweaty band of skin marking the ...ubber gasket of the filter.He sat the box down by the shipping computer and printed out the label. He felt his mother's eyes on him now, watching from her office over the warehouse floor. She ran the shipping department. Like with every one of the halos, she watched him from her office overlooking the shipping floor. Normally, it bustled with. Then a thought struck him. It pinged through his brain like a water drop falling into a tin can. What if Dana was packing light because everything she was planning to wear was silken and see-through? Or there wasn't anything in the bag but clothes for tomorrow and a bottle of massage oil?The tune he was whistling subconsciously changed to a wolf whistle. He adjusted his boxers with a tug and started whistling even more enthusiastically. He even hopped around on one foot in his rendition of a. I just hope that I continue to have the opportunity to provide you with such things."Ruth continued to complement me on the quality of my fucking for another 15 minutes or so. I could tell from the sound of her voice, though, that she had recovered enough that she was beginning to want to feel my cock inside her. I certainly was ready, so I brought up the subject, and Ruth agreed with enthusiasm that it was time for a royal fucking.I asked Ruth if she wanted to try a different position, but she. I can’t stand it.” She stood up and said, “It just hurts. It just hurts.” Then she lay back over the table and said, “Fuck me, Master. Please fuck me so I can feel something other than pain.”Master Jeremy moved between her legs. He was already hard. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.“Fuck me, now,” she answered.He moved forward and slid into her slowly. Despite the pain, she was still wet, so he entered fairly easily. I noticed that, unlike me, he was careful not to bottom out against her.