The line of her back, the curve of her hips, the jiggle of her ass cheeks when I pounded her with a thrust. I began to kiss her shoulders and grabbed ...ut a arm around her waist and got into a good coital rhythm. Beckys eyes were closed now as she just let the feeling of sex consume her, I could see by the way her head bobbed that she was lost in the fuck. She had been teasing me but in the end she was young as horny like I was, and she wasnt about to pass up a nice morning fuck. Every few. If not in person, over Skype. If not over Skype, then in notes and recordings he made to know she was smiling because of him. If not in writing, then he could remember her smell and taste and hear her laugh in his head when he went to sleep at night. Those memories are starting to fade, it might make more sense to let them go but he knows he would rather hold on to them for as long as possible, maybe forever. Hell, some days it feels like it never even happened. He pulls in to get the mail –. We had been going for about an hour and were out in the country. Master turnedinto a driveway where there were several other cars. We got out and he ledme on my lead to the front door and rang the doorbell. A girl opened it andI saw that she was naked apart from a strip of leather round her cunt, whichappeared to have a dildo in. Master gave his name and we were taken into alarge room where about 35 to 40 people were standing around, some talking andsome looking apprehensively around. I saw. Steve said, "theywill probably take down the crime scene tape in the morning and let themgo back to work". We had lunch at Little Anita's and he took me home. Ispent the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies and reading. Iordered in pizza and went to bed.I was up at my usual 5am on a weekday and worked out in the exerciseroom with headphones blasting Bachman Turner Overdrive into my head.Unfortunately, I should have been paying more attention to mysurroundings. I felt a huge jolt go.