I called Becky that evening. We hadn’t talked in a while and I wanted to catch up and let her know I’d been accepted. She told me she was happy fo... me and reminded me that she wanted me to come for dinner at some point before I left. I told her I would. She also reminded me she wanted one more time with me. I told her I’d think about it, but she shouldn’t get her hopes up.On Saturday before work, I dialed the string of numbers that my heart had memorized. I spoke to Mr. Andersson and let him. Master then took the wooden spoon out and told the slave to spread its legs wider. Then He proceeded to spank the pussy with the wooden spoon harder than He had ever done it before. By the second time it hit it, the slave was whithering in pain with tears running down its face. It begged and pleaded for Master to stop but He didn't, he just spanked harder. Then He took the end of the wooden spoon and shoved it up into the slave's pussy as deep as He could. He started fucking the slave hard and. ‘Well let’s see,’ she responded dryly. ‘The lottery ticket we never bought has come up on this week’s lottery, making us millionaires, so that I can sit down and put my feet up, while the new cook you haven’t just employed is going to make us an absolutely delicious meal that will simply melt in our mouths.’ She raised her eyebrow hopefully. ‘Don’t be daft…’ Her brother laughed. ‘Marcus Phillips is stepping in to take over the running of the company and he’s invited me to interview for the. Helena's jaw was sore and she could feel rawness in her throat. Even so, she wanted to do them all again. She was confident she knew now what lesson he taught; her slit was wet and throbbing and she was giddy at the thought of bedding Sir Bogud later. "Aye, my Lord." She answered softly."Good." He wiped a bit of seed from her lip and suddenly conscience of her appearance, Helena used the hem of her apron to wipe the remaining seed from her face. "We will be in conference until diner." Sir Bogud.