We fucked into the late hours of the night, and fell asleep in each others arms.Now it was very early morning, and I was stepping out of the shower an... drying off after a nap of maybe two hours, noticing bruises here and there from some of our rougher play the night before, and wondering what master had in mind for the day. As I dressed, he took a quick shower and also dressed, and we went out the door. When we arrived at the truck, I parked the car and joined master in the cab, settling into. A man placed a dish of stew in front of her. “Hi Angela, I’m Frank. Welcome to our house. We’re here to help you, and not like you’ve been helped recently. You are in a safe place where no one can hurt you, okay?” “Yes… but whatever my Master did was for my own good, he was trying to make me better. He gave me many new experiences and taught me that I could handle things I never thought I could. He was just stretching my boundaries. He is going to be quite upset with me, and George will be. 85. She was closing on a truck in front. Quite quickly! She swerved right into the inside lane.“Exit coming up,” said Paul, in a warning tone.Shit. Grace put her foot to the floor. The gearbox changed gear, the revs rose, and the car began to gain speed. Her mum would’ve been explaining about the power curve. Her mum, who she mustn’t get distracted thinking about. Though she could feel her spirit, kind of thing, as she saw the lane turn right up ahead, in front of a bridge that was getting. Whilst her body on the pillow stayed in the same place, the two arms of the bed below opened up. She imagined she looked rather comical. Her face on the bed at one end, her backside almost pointing at the ceiling and her legs wide apart. All she knew was it felt sexy. She loved the feel of her legs being opened and her vagina opening with them. She enjoyed the oil massage. He was slow, gentle and defiantly through. Slowly his hands worked their way from her heels to her thighs, up on to her.