Every day she explored more and more of the old house, and every night she masturbated feverishly to the thought of him making love to her. She had be...n out in the garden, wearing cutoff shorts and a tight t-shirt, when Sandy came out to greet her. "Sophie, you better go see Master Fisher. He asked for you in his study." Her heart leapt, and she stood, brushing the dirt off of her hands. She hurried in the house, stripping off her gardening gloves and kicking off her sneakers. She raced up the. "Kick 'em off," he barked.She kicked them off.With a proud smirk, Lenny arched her back, thrusting her hips toward her lover's loins. He responded as though connected to her desire by some magical, golden cord. His great stiff cock thrust against her furry cunt. It prodded the lips, probing for the hot little knob that was her clitoris... "... the bed..." in the transport of his desire, Boss Carl was barely able to speak. In his wild, exotic life he had never seen such a beautiful, perfect. It was a smallish, leather-bound, notebook. Taking it with me to the living room, I dusted it off. I was just in time too, since my lunch decided to ring the doorbell at exactly that moment. I opened the door, tipped the guy and took my food eagerly, ignoring the shocked and slightly scared look on the delivery man’s face. What? I was hungry! Opening the containers, I delved inside as I opened the notebook and took a seat on one of the boxes. On the front page of the notebook was scrolled in. We had totally forgotten about wanting to see the fireworks. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent him a text the next morning telling him about how I woke up with a wonderful smile I woke up with on my face, thinking I’d hear back from him for a request for Round 2. I kept checking my phone expecting to get a text or a voice mail. My mood sullened throughout the day as I never got a response back. By the end of the night, I felt like a whore that got cheated out of not.