Slowly, I fucked her ass until I felt my point was made. When I yanked out, she groaned.“Clean me with a washcloth,” I commanded. She whispered a ...��“yes, sir” as she began cleaning me.“Now, go back to the dungeon.”She walked downstairs. Again, I was acutely aware, looking for potential signs of rebellion. I felt none. She was docile as I reattached the collar chain to the wall.“Davy, I meant it. I will be your ally if your leave me with some power,” she said.“I will see you in three days,” was. It was more than a week before he was eating, walking and defecating properly. But after that, when he came to me, I would often look at him as I lay in his arms, and it would make me glad, knowing that I had saved his life, against all my fears, and that he was back at work, for the people and the land.Healing Drowsy had an unexpected consequence. Gong, Sock and few others took it upon themselves to "reward" me for my successful healing of Drowsy by having a competition to see who could make. Her feet were one of the most sensitive part of her body. Most people who knew her would have said he was lucky to have even gotten one foot tied. He would just say he was that good. He put out the diffuser sticks (wooden sticks that soak up oil and release the scent of the oil) using lavender to help her get back to sleep. While he waited he thought about the day he had met her. She had been sitting in a tree. Not under it as most college students tend to do. She had been reading a book on the. Now, make him beg for mercy. But don't give him any."She laughed right out loud. Then kissed me again, hard but quick.I patted her on the behind, then flopped down onto the bed to lie beside my husband. I stroked his chest, heaving as she was already starting to move on him. "And you," I whispered, "I want you to be a gentleman. No cumming until she does." He nodded. "I've got to go pee. But make me proud big guy. Promise me you're going to bang that tight teenager's twat 'til she screams. I.