God, how desperately she had hoped …! Suddenly, he’d been on top of her, kissing her with wine dizzying passion, nibbling at the hardened pink ni...pples of her swollen breasts, running his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He’d muttered and panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a point of whorish lust. God, she’d. My beard had started to catch up, it would need some shaving. Also my face showed signs of tan, nice. Did the girl like my shabby looks? It does make me look a bit more manly. No harm keeping a day more. But I gotta do something about this heat. The hot water really got into me. Just when I was about to start dressing, I realized I hadn't brought any clean clothes. It was already late and nobody was at the bath anyway, maybe nobody notices if I go commando. So I stuffed my clothes into a bag. The Mistress was sitting on her sofa. I got on my fours and crawled to her and got on my knees. I kissed her both feet and said, “My Mistress, please accept me as your slave.” She replied, “ Though you are a dirty fucking slave, still, I accept you.”She pulled out the dog collar and tied around my neck, and attached the leash. She ordered me to strip. I removed my t-shirt and then my shorts. As soon as I removed my shorts, she laughed out loud, seeing me wearing the panty. I was feeling. He looked up just in time to catch my amused grin and his handsome smile took me off guard."Do you know a seven-letter word for showing appreciation?" Fucking?" I quickly guessed, without thinking.He stared at me, and the corner of his sensuously masculine mouth lifted up in a grin. My face went flush."Or...valuing?" I stammered. "My name is Cloe Rose, I have a cabin reserved for this weekend."He handed me the keys and a guest information sheet. "Here you go, Cloe." The way he said my name sent.