” When we finally paused for a breath, I moaned my own, “I love you.” Then he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. This led me to be...ieve our time would be more as lovers than as Master and slut. We are all things to each other - Master/slave, lovers, Mistress/bitch: All this and so much more. The soft darkness of the room matched his mood perfectly. He laid back on the bed and I eagerly kneeled on the floor between his legs and began sucking his wonderful big hard cock, licking. "Useless slut," he said. "Dead meat. She lies there like a corpse, legs and arms wide spread, a smile on her lovely face, wasted efforts, that's what it is. Forget her, jus' puddin'." He stalked off, disgusted, saying his left hand was better.I now had invested some five days and was back at square one not knowing when this idyll might suddenly end. So I visited the young lady, knuckled my forehead, and said, "Mistress Rogers, I don't expect you remember me, but..."She looked at me with. Breathtaking. All come to mind immediately when I think about the view. You see the mountainside drops off considerably for several hundred yards through a groomed forest of tall pines. Beyond a small clearing where Gold Miner’s Creek cascades over a precipice is the reason Master chose this location. A gorgeous irregularly shaped lake is back dropped against the soaring weathered mountain peaks. It is not unusual to see families of deer or other wildlife watering down there at dawn and dusk. And he did, happily, slowly exposing the flesh of her abdomen, and then her naked breasts. He couldn't wait to taste those nipples again, though, and started sucking at one before the shirt was off her head. She giggled, but let him suckle for a while, bringing her hand back down to finish the job."I love that," she sighed."Mmmmm," he replied."There's something I want to suck too, Bob."Even that kind of offer didn't make it easy to pull away from her turgid nipples, but he did.Again, her.