Friday, Miss was fully up before I, eager and full of anticipation. Had it been any other day, I would have faced the consequences of neglecting my ow...ner, but today was different. Today She was on a hunt.At around 6 in the evening, we were on the same street corner as the previous night. Mistress was wearing a black travelers cloak and a black wig. I was in a deep red similar cloak that trailed along behind me, due to Miss deciding that, for once, I should wear flat shoes, in case of a quick. ” I didn’t know."Oh, God, go on. Don't stop now."I drew back my hips and, worrying about any damage I might do, I ease my hardness through the tightness and felt her wince. But my problem was solved as she herself, heaved her hips up at me, and my cock was in to the high, slippery wetness of her.Gina moaned, but was it pain?“You all right?”She was panting, as she moaned again, “Better than all right. Fucked, I am being fucked. Go on, Jack. Fill me.”Freed and ecstatic at her response, I thrust. Despite how long I was away, the machine that he was in was operating perfectly. There was still a months worth of pig gruel in the barrel and none of the programs seemed to have malfunctioned. I reprogrammed the machine to start the exit process, beginning the next day. He would be slowly and deliberately tortured with shocks for hours until finally he would be repeatedly shocked over and over until he lost consciousness. I went to bed, exhausted from the jet lag and set my alarm for when the. She graduated high school and decided that a visit back to Trimbridge was in order. When she arrived she was surprised to see that so little had changed. Other than a burger joint and a Fashion Bug time had stood still. She remembered every street and all her neighbors and even most of the store and restaurant owners were even still the same plus a few grey hairs. She passed through downtown Trimbridge rather fast and came to her grandfathers farm. She wanted to cry. When she was younger she.