Do whatever your Mistress tells you. Without hesitation. Remember this is for your own good. Then she opens my mouth and spits inside my mouth. She cl...ses my mouth and tells me to swallow. Remember you are my slave. I own you. Even you’re a pathetic excuse for a man, you’re still my husband. We have a contract. You promised to honor and obey. Get used to it. I’m liking the control I have over you.My wife stayed home while Mistress and I went for a drive. We visited the first store and the sales. I shook slightly and moaned as Paris leaned over and drank all my juices. Paris was the sluttier one.I heard Paris give out a few short screams in between pants as she came. The girl was still new to sex. Lost her v-card a couple months ago. Cody pulled his fingers out of my pussy and worked Paris'. She let out a small excited scream. Yup, Cody knows how to finger good.Paris got off of him without pulling his fingers out of her. Cody's dick lay limp. I sucked on it and jacked it a few times. Inspiration does not strike.She has gone from hopelessness to hopelessness. Those with hopes and dreams, valid ones, do not take the bus.They fly.And she too could have flown.She had enough money for that, at least.But she didn't.Why?Because to fly is to collapse time, to shorten distance.And, if all one has is a nebulous, shaky illusion, then flying is also to kill that, to nip it in the bud.The policeman sees her.And knows exactly what he is looking at.And knows better than to direct her to. Jenny seemed completly relaxed as she contimued to paint her toe nails. By this time, she had switched feet so her left thigh was blocking my view between her plump thighs. "Hey, why don't you go get us a couple of beers. It would be a nice way to relax," said Jenny finally breaking the silence.I went into the kitchen and did as I was asked. When I returned, I came up behind Jenny to give her the beer. Just as aproached her, she bent forward to reach her foot. As she did, her robe gapped open.