She looked up into his face, looking confused for a moment, then she actually blushed brightly in embarrassment. Uh, no, Master. I cleaned…everythin...g. She replied sheepishly. He stared at her for a long moment and then chuckled and shook his head. His hand reached out and this time, she managed not to flinch. Adam ran his fingers through her hair, and cradled her head gently, turning her head up to meet his eyes. Good girl. He purred. The gentleness of his touch confused her even more, but his. This meant that we only saw each other when she came to visit me on holiday or when I was back in the UK visiting family. To be truthful this suited both of us. As the internet connections got better we regularly chatted on yahoo and started camming with each other. We would also exchange some photographs (some of the ones she sent to me I have posted in the photos section). On some visits back to the UK I convinced my friend to pose for me and I took some good photos of her. However, she. In my rearview mirror, I could see Digger starting to give chase, but he was late off the mark and a few blocks behind before he could get up to speed. Too bad I knew this neighborhood better than he did and my bike could beat the hell out of his car. I lost him in less than a minute, laughing in my helmet. I hit an alternate route back into downtown, so that Digger wouldn’t pick me up by accident. The older buildings in their grey stone gave way to the newer steel and glass buildings that. I started getting really excited when she said " my husband dosen't fuck me like this. Dont you dare fucking stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder." (you get the point) I started saying "you daughter doesn't feel this tight. Fuck my dick. Fuck it like theres no tomorrow." She was bucking like crazy. Cussing at me. Screaming at me. Telling me she wishes her husband fucked like this. Her ass looked so good every time I looked down. I knew I was getting ready to bust one out. Asked her where she.