I, on the other hand, was expected to be very gentle to her, as she liked to be caressed while hurting her slave. It was not permitted for me to give ...any resistance while she was hurting me, no matter what.‘That’s something different as usual, isn’t it slave’, my Owner said. I agreed by nodding my head as I'm basically not allowed to speak. ‘She will be completely naked and it will take place on the bed of a hotel room’, informed Owner me. ‘And there will be no talking because she’s from the. “Owwwww! Fuck, that hurts!” you yelp, realising that is the first sound either of us has said since you entered the room.My response is to grip your long brunette hair hard, pressing on you, holding you against the window as I slap your ass a second time. Your response is to groan and push your ass out a little.My fingers slide over your cheeks, watching the pale flesh turn red as two handprints appear. I dip my hand between your legs, feeling your juices dripping out of you. My fingers smear. But you'll find plenty of other lovers, I know. I'm going to miss you, though, and there just won't be another woman like you. I just can't imagine finding another woman who loves life like you do. I'll never forget you, Sara. Never.'They talked some more, and when Sara hung up, she was crying. She put her arms around Steve and sobbed into his shoulder for some time. Steve held her, moved her to the couch and brought her down to lie next to him until she had finished.When she could talk again,. Surprisingly, they didn't encounter many new followers. It may have been the time of day, since most people were already at work, or it might have just been that the three were too distracted to notice anyone else. Alex was concerned about the possibility, but he was still too worried about the events in New Orleans to focus on it too much.They only met two women. Both were on the outskirts of the city or farther out. One had heard of the famed 'Angel of New Orleans', but being nonreligious she.