If her mistress got upset, then no doubt there'd be punishment ... a delightful chill ran up her spine."Well, what have we here?" Mistress Cheryl was ...tanding to Brittany's left, her entrance unnoticed. Brittany turned beet red, having been caught squeezing a heavy breast with one hand and rubbing her crotch through her skirt with the other. "Thinking fondly of me?"It shamed Brittany to no end, but she nodded. This seemed to please Mistress Cheryl, as if that acknowledgement was both a surprise. "Please..." I grunted."Please WHAT?" Please. Let. Me. Fuck. You. Up. The. Ass." Each word was accompinied with a long, deep thrust. Gentle, but firm."Oh baby...that's how you ask...mmmm....so fucking good...." She replied. With each thrust, she grunted her approval:"Let." Ooohh yeah...."Me." Uhhhh...." Fuck." Ooohhhh...." Your." Yeah..."."Perfect." Uh huh......" Ass." Ummmm...." PLEASE!" I ended the plea with one hard fuck. I had almost completly withdrawn, and slammed my entire length deep. "I hope you are right."Back in the Car:"It was 1987 when it happened. Back then I wasn't called Lulu, there was no Lulu. I was Louise; a nineteen year old runaway getting by from moving from town to town, taking whatever I could and then moving onto the next" Oh poor little Lulu, always such a victim weren't you." Continued Lester in conversation with the recording. "Could never accept yourself for the dirty little whore you really were. Luckily when I find you I can make sure tha..."Lester's. Get over it. I won’t run, I won’t cower, I will fight.’ Michael delivered the statement with firm resolution. It was not delivered as a reprimand or a dressing down. But a simple statement of fact. Tera would have preferred to be yelled at. Valerie wrapped her arm around Tera’s waist as they watched Michael walk off toward the castle. ‘He is going to get himself killed,’ Tera whispered, fighting back the tears. Valerie hugged her lover closer. ‘He isn’t that easy to kill Tera, you have to let.