He felt as wide as a railway tunnel, and it was starting to get distinctly uncomfortable."Seven inch depth and two inch width," Mistress Domina announ...ced, then she slapped him on the right butt cheek. "Now we disengage." Vic could feel his sphincter relax and spring back as the corkscrew untwisted and unscrewed out of him."Ten minute rest period before the final phase of this session," Mistress said. The door clicked shut and Vic was alone, standing, bent forward over the table, still held in. The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist. On your feet you sexy little tart, he growled. His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; almost in confusing as the mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her ass, then her tanned thighs were stroked. He gripped one. Then I change my direction, and soon I pass the Trossachs and Loch Lomond. Then I see them - hundreds of warriors, hidden in the Drunkmoon Wood, their faces painted white and blue. All this happens at the same time, about twelve miles from where I stand now, watching the young lady behind the illuminated window.How wonderful she is, her skin so white! How shy she was the first time, so young and innocent, a daughter of a respectable bourgeois family. And how excited I was when my time finally. He's charming, has a great sense of humor if you're intelligent enough to get it, and he's genuine. What you see is what you get.In a very short time the conversation became comfortable and pleasant. I noticed that Mr. Morris never once talked down to Brad or treated him like anything other than an equal. And I could tell that it wasn't just because he's fond of me or because he's a guest in our home. That's how he relates to people. I love that about him.It was obvious that the men loved my.