He usually saw her in the morning, when she brought his breakfast to his room. All home-made stuff, organically grown, that was one of the farm's main...attractions — there were others, too, of course. None of them particularly appealed to him, for him it was the remoteness of this place, and the surroundings, the solitude he found there, which had brought him here. He took his time eating — the bread, the butter, the ham, the sausages, the cheese, the eggs — a copious meal that had to last him. "I'm looking forward to your explanation slave." She paused to listen. Buthe didn't utter a word. The searing crack of her riding crop split the airin the room once more. He lurched violently at its burning sting. His Mistresssavoured her increasing pleasure. Gently tapping the long thin tail of her riding crop on his now red strippedbehind and rolling his head between the thighs of her black leather boots,she announced. "I'm waiting!" Looking down at the pool of tears forming between her. Thank God Stoney’s dad was dead, bless his soul. I watched Mrs. S. shift from foot to foot. Her ass rolled luxuriously behind her. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. Shit, I thought, I’m getting a hard-on thinking about my best friend’s mom while Stoney’s in the freaking basement. My cock had a life of its own – – I could feel it crawling down the leg of my pants as I thought about the wild sex Mrs. S. and I had had at Jack’s party. The old. In fact I feel fitterthan when I was a crew chief."We continued the banter as we walked back to the quarters. I saluted andhe left me at the entrance to my section. Instead of the traditional 2mile run every morning I now had 10 gruelling miles to do beforebreakfast every day.* * *It was only 09:30 when I finished dressing, so I headed over to the messhall for a late breakfast. There were a few airmen remaining when Ifilled my plate full of as much as I could. One of the perks of myposition is.