Then you held that tarp up between me and everyone else and threatened the lives of the entire truckload if anyone tried to peek. Then you chewed me o...t for pissing on your boots. You said ‘Point that thing somewhere else next time’. ‘Even now I wonder if that was why I volunteered to be your driver that day. Besides the fact that no one else raised their hand, of course. I wonder if I just wanted to see the look on your face. I have to tell you, it was priceless. ‘At the same time, something. It was the kind of "we need to talk" sound in the voice that you just know something is wrong. Master poured a drink and said down. "I read your online conversation with the Dominant Male." He was speaking of the one i posted the day before, the one about the stranger who tied me us, caned my bottom, and ****d my throat. I thought Master would be pleased -- clearly, from his tone of voice, He was not. "I spanked you before, bitch, for being sloppy and inattentive," He continued, but apparently. Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they moved and to both women's delight their path would take them right by their table. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven. Her body had matured its womanly figure, giving her an even more taut and toned hourglass frame, and while she still had a lean and slender build, daily exercise had given her the muscle tone of a bronze statue. Her breasts had grown to above d-cup size and her ass—while firm enough to bounce a quarter off with enough momentum to send it flying across a room—complimented them with its fullness. Her ass and breasts were the only part of her body that held so much as an ounce of body fat.Her face.