There was a slight movement of air in the room as he entered but she didn’t look up. ‘Hi Mrs Lewis, I’m Daniel,’ he said as he squirted a smal... stream of warmed oil onto her back. Claire mumbled a noncommittal response. She was in no mood to talk. His hands felt strong and warm as he firmly kneaded the back of her neck. The muscles were tight and hard and his first touch of them had her flinching slightly as they burned with the pain of built up stress. ‘Just try and relax,’ he soothed in a. After sitting in the tent for a little while, we decided to play a game. And what better game to play than Truth or Dare when you are sitting in a tent. "Okay, Andrew, truth...or dare." I asked."Truth." He replied."Okay, lemme think....ah yes... what is the size of your dick, in inches?" He seemed kind of taken aback, but he recovered quickly."Seven inches, and one and a quarter inch thick." He said, "now its your turn, truth or dare?" Truth." I say. "How big is your dick?" He asks."8 and a. "Wow, sweetie, this isgreat. Breakfast on a Friday? You didn't have to do that for me."Although I wasn't sure why, I found myself beaming with pride. "Hey, Ijust wanted to welcome you home. I missed you so much." Uh, I think you did that last night, remember?" Yeah, but this is part two," I said in a sing-song voice, bouncing upfrom my chair. I couldn't help it, but the giddy feeling was stillthere. I floated over to the refrigerator and poured two glasses ofjuice. I gave one to Peter. Dozing, I awoke with a start as the door of the outhouse opened the light making it difficult to see, but the outline of my husband was easy enough to recognise, I smelt the coffee and felt instantly awake. But I noticed another smell, heavy perfume, looking past my husband I saw that fucking bitch of a mother in law. The coffee handed over, the husband checked my leash and said “she smells worst than a whore, , she will need to be cleaned up before the guests arrive”Taking a gulp of coffee, I.