"No, Carl, it's too early to eat. I feel as if we just had breakfast." I agree," he said, "just trust me."She shook her head. "I seem to be doing a lo...t of trusting this weekend." And has it gotten you into trouble?" No, Carl, it hasn't. -- Quite the opposite."They found the dining room empty, as would be expected at that hour, but someone came to greet them in a moment. "Can I help you?" I hope so," Carl explained. "Yesterday we saw a couple eating a lunch out in the gardens. Would you perhaps. Slowly, Peter Mitchell walked over to the sofa and bent right over, he rested his hips on the arm of the sofa, raising his bottom in the air. Once settled he grabbed hold of one of Rebecca’s cushions and buried his head deep into it. Out of his sight, Rebecca Mulligan walked around and stood to Peter’s left-hand side. She measured the nasty piece of leather out across the red and sore bottom lying before her and took a deep breath. She tapped the strap against the exposed bottom and took the. Our freedom could depend on this’ ‘You’re right’ agreed Kelly, ‘and I think that if I’m honest with myself I should do this. I just don’t think you could bring yourself to act this way even in a situation like this whereas I’d do it for a Malibu and coke.’ ‘Are you sure? There’s no going back once you’ve signed that paper’ ‘I’m sure and I can do this, just wish me luck OK’ and with that Kelly picked up the contract in front of them and signed it. ‘I just hope I haven’t sealed my own fate’ she. I need you to show me you're dedicated.”I get back to my knees as quickly as I can. I look up at her beautiful face like a naive little puppy, once a fierce warrior, now Rhea's willing plaything. I tuck my feet behind me, harmless to her now. It's incredible that I ever thought she would be worshiping me.“Kiss my feet, whore.”I bend forward again, ass in the air, obediently kissing my mistress's feet.“I'm going to need to make room for you in my apartment,” she says, perhaps challenging me to.