"Do you remember what you said then?" he prompted."Yes, Mons ... Master," she said, her voice quavering, "I said I was resolved to obey." And do you r...member what passed between us?" Yes, Master." And you spoke to the servant?" Yes, Master." Then why are you still clothed? Do you think you are not to be punished for your disobedience?"Resigning herself to more punishment, and sinfully hoping for his hands to soothe her again afterwards, she discarded her habit and underwear."It would be more. "There are two things you should know, girls, one of which will probably be upsetting to you. I know that in the world of political correctness, especially regarding feminism, what I am about to tell you may not pass muster. In the finest restaurants in the world, if a woman is handed a menu, it will not contain any prices, and in some restaurants, especially in Europe, women are not even given menus; their escorts order for them. That's just the way it is. The second thing I want you to know. “Of course I had to bring you back. How could I possibly live without you?” She stayed close in his strong arms.“Let’s go home.” __☼☼☼__ His lips were kissing her passionately. She felt the need of his touch all over her body, she longed for his love for so long.And she felt the same in his kiss the need, need for her. His lips were sucking on her lips, his tongue claiming her mouth. Leaving both of them breathless, his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to himself pressing his. She took herself off the chair and brought herself to me. "Get down daddy. I need you," she begged as she put a hand on my chest to gently encourage me to lay down.I obeyed and laid on my back, watching as Sarah's perfect body straddled mine. She was glistening with sweat, skin mottled red with arousal, and was breathing heavily. Her face had an expression of concern and need. I admired her breasts and the shape of her hips. She was so perfect. Sarah lowered herself onto my cock and took me in.