Sasha giggled.“Thanks for helping to clean me up,” she whispered softly.“Of course,” I grinned.Once I finished catching most of the cum, Sasha...quickly sat down on the toilet to pee. I leaned back against the sink, basking in my post-orgasm bliss. “Thanks for getting me off,” Sasha whispered once she finished peeing. “I feel like I should be thanking you,” I chuckled quietly. “But yeah, of course.” “I can’t believe how good sex is with you,” Sasha sighed. “It’s, like, shockingly good.”“I almost. Her frizzy hair was tied back in a ponytail above well-worn casual clothes, and she carried a tote bag. "May I come in?" Of course," replied Andrew, motioning for her to come inside. "Would you like a drink?" No, thank you," said Becky as she followed Andrew down the hallway and into the lounge. "So where's the merchandise?" she asked as she sat on his couch. Evidently, she wanted to get straight to the point tonight."Give me a second," said Andrew, grinning. He left the room. A few moments. Despite the genuine humiliation I felt at being made into such a fool I couldn't help but be turned on at her control over me like that pathetic bitch I was. "Now that thats taken care of lets get you ready so I can begin my preparations." I was snapped into reality by the sound of Mistress voice and saw her bag in arm along with what looked to be more restraints in hand. "Stand up slave boy, now I want you to get on the coffee table face down ass up." I tried complying as quickly as I could,. "I've been given my instructions, Nan. I know my duty. I'm sure you'll be around long after you're able to bounce the youngest on your knee." That's my boy! I know you two will make some beautiful babies."The car had been stored properly and it only took a few hours to refill the fluids, re-inflate the tires, recharge the battery, and vacuum the last of the dust off. When I looked over the list of modifications, I saw that the electrics had been upgraded to twelve volt from six, the brakes.