..in a bit?" she asks questioningly as she turns around and walks towards my bedroom. I hear the rustle of sheets as she gets in my bed. I contemplate...briefly if I should go along with this, but decide to get up and walk towards the bedroom.I look at her, she's turned away from me facing the wall, obviously not sleeping, given her visibly fast breathing. But it also meant she couldn't really see what I was doing anyway. I stop by the bathroom and take some potentially useful things out of the. ”“I did too,” he replied and gave me a big shit-eating grin.We washed up and I made sure he left first.============================On my way to the car, I noticed a senior lady walking in the parking lot. She was struggling with a couple of bags of groceries. They were, to me, too heavy for her.I went over to her and asked, “Can I give you a hand?”“Thanks. That would be wonderful.”She was about ten years younger than me. Dressed very nicely, skirt and blouse, hair done up nicely. She wore very. My nipples were nearly fully erect from the coldness of the bathroom. I rubbed the right one and moaned moderately load, enough for Matt to hear. I grabbed the detachable shower head, turned it to a hard steady stream, raised one leg on the wall and pointed the stream of water to my clit. I instantly felt one of the best feelings of my life and released a moan loud enough for most of the neighbors to hear. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax and by then, I was nearly screaming. I. And he walked over to the flogged Chinese woman, stood next to my Master said: ?You have a well trained slave.? I crawled meekly behind him, not daring to raise my eyes to look at them, but my heart was filled with a strange sense of hope and even a little happiness. I bowed my head deep into the ground, trying to do anything to show him how obedient and pleasing I would be if he spared my life, so I moved across the floor a little on my knees and used my tongue to lick my Master's boots, and.