They're truths that mask a huge truth.She helps him pull off her nightgown and tug down her panties and lies passively before him so he can masturbate...her, leaving one hand by her side and one on his leg. He moves his hands all over her, massaging her thighs and moving up to her crotch, where he moves hands up and down, lightly over her almost silken pubic hair, and with more force over and through her labia. Massaging her labia, pulling them, stroking them. Slipping his fingers down between. I’m sure they have dozens of ways to handle different situations, those are just the ones I’ve heard.’ ‘So R- Mistress Raell never actually goes out and picks out a slave herself?’ ‘Not that I’m aware of.’ Drake turned away, wondering why Mistress Raell had captured him herself. Had the accident with his Jeep and her Lambo been unintentional, and bad luck had put him in this pen? Or had she been waiting for him to mess up so that she could swoop in and turn him into her slave? He looked up as. He'd be coming at 4 o'clock pm. I was so ready to see him I had woken up at 8 o'clock am. I got my cloths together--I made sure I wore something extra special just for him--and my bathing things. I took a nice 45 minute long shower with excitement only building up in me. I stepped out of the shower with my cloths in my hand and only a towel wrapped around me, I don't even know why I bring cloths with me to the bathroom I never change in there. "Ugh, it’s only nine o'clock," I said to myself not. But what would he be puttingin that column next week? If Robin kept shoving baby bottles at him todrink all day, he wasn't going to have much of anything to put in thatspot!He looked at the daily countdown. Fourteen days! Officially two weeks. Yet it felt no different than fifteen days had seemed yesterday. Still,it was looking more and more like he was going to win this bet... if Robinwould just lay off making him drink so much!He briefly glanced at his list of reasons for winning -.