I sucked harder at her nipple as my hand became coated in her juices. Her wet pussy sounds filling the bedroom.I removed my mouth from her tit. I look...d into her face. Megan's eyes were wide open as she peered into my eyes. I moved my lips to hers kissing her as my fingers dug deep in her pussy.I kissed her roughly slipping my tongue deep into her mouth. Megan moaned softly as my tongue swirled against hers. Megan's thighs clamped around my hand as she moaned loudly into my mouth as another. Smiling, he squinted down the wicked razor headed arrow as he aimed carefully...precisely...Shuddering, I clung to the tree and wondered at the terrifying silence. Then I heard the horror sound of the arrow zipping through the air and the thud of it's impact. It struck me between my legs, burying itself into the dead wood of the tree and missing the meat of my body by fractions of inches. But it struck me none the less. Slicing through the soft leather, it grazed my crotch without cutting. The next day she went to work, spending a day in the studio recording voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bike's Of The Future", which she found interesting. So much so that the day sped by quicker than she expected. She arrived home to find the house empty, which was unusual as Brittany her young daughter was usually at home by now. She looked around for a note, but couldn't find one. Then she tried her bedroom but again didn't find anything. She was about to leave when her eyes caught. “After a minute of no one talking Mistress spoke up again. “Who knows sissy, maybe if the damn people in this country can get over themselves and stop being so scared of nothing you two can get married.”Sissy said nothing, just kept looking at the floor.“Sissy I’m joking, but you never know. Lighten up, I know this is tough, but I really do think this is best for everyone involved. W/we will still very much be best girlfriends and I’m going to need a maid still, all to which he has agreed.”“Ok.