To ... serve ... you ... Mis... tress. ... I'm ... your's." That's what I wanted to hear, good little sissy-whore."I switched to vibration 3 and Melis...a started to moan loud. "Yes ... Mistress... this... is... per... fe... ..... AHHHHHHH!" was all she could say before a hard orgasm rolled through her body. Her legs started to spasm and she bit the pillow.I had not enough yet so I switched to vibration 4 and did not stop to fuck her. While she had her orgasm I fucked her all the time. I even. " His deep voice spurred them to greater efforts. "Now, what you got here, Murphy? A spy?" I don't think so, Mr. Barton." The man who had Chad's wrist clamped in one meaty fist was somewhere in his middle thirties, older than most of the other men who had paused in their work to watch. "Looks like he's been in one whale of a scrap. Must of crawled into the truck looking for a place to hide." What's your name, son?" Stan Barton bent down to peer into his face."Chad." He mustered enough angry. 'They finished eating. She emptied the bottle in their large wine glasses - she had 'accidentally' picked huge Burgundy bowls - and fetched the second bottle in the fridge. "Let's move to the sofa," she said. He smiled and complied. They sat at opposite ends of the sofa, she with her legs pulled up under her. Their talk about all kinds of everyday things flowed freely. So did the wine.She excused herself to the bathroom. The last pad was unsoiled; she discarded it. When she came back she. "The pair greeted each other with a hug, quickly followed by Sarahstepping back with a, "Whoa. Aren't those mine!?" She looked mystifiedas to why her cousin should be in her clothes."Long story, dear," her mom told her.The story was shared between them, and Sarah came to understand thegravity of the situation... with a laugh."It's not funny" complained Calum in only half-mock offence."It's too funny cus, looks like I got myself a new sis!" Very funny, not. Look at me laughing, not." Are you.