"I have a lot more stuff for you to do. And it's going to take you quite a while to work off your debt. But you did good work today, so I think this w...ll work out well for both of us." Yes ma'am," I smiled back at her, and reached out to shake her hand. It seemed like a business-like, grown-up thing to do. "I enjoyed helping you. It didn't feel like punishment at all." Why don't you call me Judy? Mrs. Martin makes me feel like an old lady." She held my hand in hers, and I felt a fingernail. Time to get up and pretend we didn’t spend the night together.”“I’m afraid that ship has sailed. I guess we don’t have any time.”“Just time for a swim. I will fix that tomorrow.”“Good.”She rolled around, and we kissed good morning before we headed for the lake. No one moved on the far shore yet, but we stayed out of sight as much as we could as we washed up from our nighttime activities. I tossed her the dry towel and quickly ran back to the cabin. Lauren pulled clothes and a brush from her. She so wants to feel her Master inside her. Or feel her tickle her. The thought of her new Master tickling her almost undoes her.“That’s it little whore clean me up,” Ms. Jones tells her as she grinds her hips against her face. When she is finished she looks up at her Master and smiles. Again she leans in and kisses her mound.“Stand up. Turn around.” she is commanded and quickly she does as she is told.Amy is pushed against stall. She can feel her Master’s hands pull her shirt up. And as if her. I’ve tried keeping my face smooth-shaven, but– especially since I got married– it grows too quickly and looks scruffy by the end of the day. For some reason, if I let it grow out, it slows down after it gets to the proper length.I would probably get teased even more about my height except my wife is even shorter than I am. Petite doesn’t begin to describe her. She could shop in the children’s section and most of the clothing would look big on her.She is small, but she has a perfect body in.