These also were locked on her, and very permanent.By now, incredibly, Anita had forgotten her past and had begun to enjoy her present. She was totally...and absolutely in love with her Master, and would do anything for him. She thought of herself as his ponygirl - she lived to respond to whatever he demanded, instantly and unconditionally. Master Peter took his pleasures with her every single day, often more than once, unlocking her double-plugged chastity belt only during such times.On a fine. She repeated the teasing and sensitive rubbing spending time at the back of the performer's knees, inside her thighs and, of course, her ass. While doing this she reached behind her for the assistant to place a riding crop with leather tabs in her other hand. Without interrupting her pace she shifted from feather to leather and continued her tracing.Instead of teasing the performer's sensitive spots she now rested the crop there and lightly patted her. Almost too fast to follow she snapped the. Besides, I'm not really a bad cook," he said wrinkling his nose.She giggled in reaction to the boyish look on his face. Did that mean he was going to cook for her? Was he a good cook or a bad cook? Was it such a good idea to have him cook for her? Before she could mull over it any longer she replied, "Sounds good; lead the way."The car drove between the brick columns that flanked the drive into Berkley Manor, a gated community full of exquisite homes and lush greenery. They pulled into the. When Larry and I were on, he came in and rode around with us. And it didn't strike me that he was interested in Larry.We were on our last shift, beginning at 6 in the morning. The night was getting foggy. Lieutenant Ashe showed up with a big thermos of coffee he told us he had persuaded the mess hall to give him, along with a stack of Styrofoam cups. He climbed into the front seat again and we started the rounds of the towers.That was when Fate intervened. There was a sharp "POW" and the jeep.