“Of course, let’s sit and you can do that.” He said laughing. He knew that it would be very uncomfortable if I sat right then with the plug in m... arse and all that cum and lube. “I’ll stand thank you Master John.” I found the images and pressed send. Within minutes my phone rang. “Hello My Master.” I said smiling. “Hello My slut, how are you?” “I’m very good thank you Master.” “How was your flight?” “It was good too, thank you.” “I like the pictures you have sent me slut, good girl!” “Thank. Or at least I thought it was under my breath, but apparently there was absolutely nothing wrong with Betty’s hearing. “What are you laughing at?” she asked over her shoulder. “Not my fat ass, I hope.” “No.” I almost used the punch line from the joke, and said, “I like fat asses”, but quickly thought better of it. I continued, “ I was thinking about Mr. Rogers asking the kids if they could say high blood pressure.” She stopped then, and turning around, looked down at my slowly drooping and. Her half thighs were visible. I saw her from my room window and stunned. Great view it was. My penis became rock hard and all dirty thoughts started coming to my mind. She was sitting and washing clothes and her boobs are just dancing. What a view. I started rubbing my penis. And thought I will stand in front of her and observe more. Changed pant to shorts and started talking some casual thing. But eyes were on her perfect boobs and milky thighs.After 10 minutes I could not resist and said to. The news from outside continued to be bad. Both Manuel and Ruth had discovered ways to get the neutrals to open their doors and before five days had passed only nine of the twenty-three neutral sponsors out there were still free and alive. If being trapped in their pods and afraid for their life could be considered alive. The saddest part was that Bernard Russell, the sponsor with a seven point zero CAP among the neutrals was still alive, but had isolated himself completely, leaving his.