Later she told me that many of the men were not with their wives but with their mistresses. She said it was quite common to see older men with younger...women in France.I asked her if she thought that might be what other people might have thought of us being together."Probably, but that's not why I'm with you. I really like you and want to be with you. I can see an odd look on your face. In case if you are wondering, I've never been anyone's mistress." I wasn't wondering," I said. The truth is I. Get us home safe and there’s a big tip in your future.” The driver chuckled as he turned the corner and got us to my place. Once inside the door, we were all over each other. I was nibbling her ear, kissing her neck. In seconds her blouse was totally open and I was cupping, pinching, and sucking on her turgid nipples. What a magnificent pair of tits! She was busy as well, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, and pulling out my painfully hard cock. Walking with my pants around my ankles. What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I moved into my trailer. Maddie came out of the house in her pajamas and robe with fluffy slippers and knocked on the door. It was easy. For a few days, until I got the trailer stocked and everything moved into it, it was parked in the carport. She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee mugs.“So, Dad,” she began. She was using her most. A smile graces her face for a moment. "I know you are. I know you're sorry and cold and hungry. But unfortunately, only good girls get rewards and you only get fed, when you're finished your chores." Before Ashley can speak, Mistress covers her cage in a black sheet, taking away all vision outside. Many footsteps are heard, and Ashley's cage is lifted off the ground and onto something else. Something with wheels on it, as she now can feel herself being pushed along the floor. Ashley begins to.