Your cervix feels the pressure of the head against it. The flogger is almost gone in the realms of the experiences you are feeling. You are drooling a...gain, your sounds are guttural and a****listic. You almost bounce off the phallus as it is fucking you. May suddenly appears in front of your face. She removes the gag and the sounds you release are like nothing you have ever dreamed could come out of you. She kisses your drool covered lips as your breathing is hard and fast. You feel the weights. “Mr. James?” she asked, with a slight smile and uplift of an eyebrow.I nodded as she stretched forth her hand.“Welcome to Dallas, Sir.” The sweet lilt of her southern accent was not lost on me at all.“I’m Laura Jane Andersen. Call me L.J." She smiled and looked down at my roll-along bag. "Is that everything, Sir?”“It is, my dear. I am afraid I am at a loss though; I was expecting a driver to take me to the hotel and to see you later this evening.” I was surreptitiously verifying that plans had. But they haven't. I have no idea.She loves me, she loves me not, and I'm all out of petals.And I fight with it the rest of the day. Should I talk to her? But once I do... I'll know, and it has the potential to hurt. A high potential. And I can take physical pain, I can ignore that, but I can't take the emotional pain. I can't fight it. And I'll do anything to avoid it. But I can't keep going like this, my mom's word burrowing deeper into my brain, sowing these pessimistic seeds of doubt. And. I can't remember any of this. Mom hated it. She hadn't thought much of Kal, but she had the ladies' parties and bridge. There just weren't any ladies in Laverton -- oh, there were a few women her age, but not 'ladies.' And the only other females around the mine were servants -- blacks from the mission -- and whores. After a few months, she said she was going to Kal for a few weeks. Dad drove down two weeks later, but came back without her. The next week he drove down again."Apparently, they had.