Camille pushed back again, trying hard to keep him at arm's length. It wasn't working so well."Niko, please," she begged. "Let me go."The finger trail...ing around her nipple became more insistent. "I've seen the way you look at me, Baby. I know you feel what I do." Feeling it doesn't make it right," she whispered against his mouth. "I can't do this." I've loved you my whole life. You loved me, too. I have a ring on my finger that says it's right." And I have a death certificate that says it. ‘I will stay mistress.’ Was my reply.‘Good girl’ Lynn said.She then wanted to eat, and I was to prepare us a meal. As it was my first time, as a one-off, she offered to help me until I found my way around the kitchen. While we were preparing the meal, she let me ask her any questions I might have. As we spoke, she regularly touched my body and kissed me, and I found it hard to concentrate.She told me that I wasn’t her first slave, but didn’t tell me about the others. She also said that compared. Beth wasn't upset with me, so I let go as I drove back to my condo.Christmas Eve is for last-minute shoppers. I had my list and some general ideas for most of my friends and family. A group of girl scouts made quite a bit by wrapping all the things I bought. I took most of them home and then drove over to have dinner with Dad and his family. I always felt odd when I sat down with his family. Dad loved me and wanted me there, but the rest of his family never extended the olive branch or accepted. Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop."There," said Jean, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" I thought it worked out perfect," his mother said. She turned on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck to the ground, her dress sliding up until her panties were just peeking from underneath. "I don't think Rick minded a bit. Did you honey?" She turned to him and winked.He couldn't believe.