But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for whatever reason inflamed my desire and need to masturbate myself... with them until I came adding my own sticky discharge to the stains she had herself already placed there.I had come home late from a date, frustrated as usual at the time, a little light petting permitted that did nothing more than arouse and excite me to the boiling point, where I stayed without any sort of release or pleasure to conclude that.. The lines of salacity were still upon her face. I knew why. Pettie knew I was aware. Her face flamed. She tugged at her pinioned ankles, seeking to close her legs and deny me entry. But she was beautifully tied. My girls had served their master well. I entered into my kingdom. Pettie Corbin moaned and moaned. I could not tell whether in pleasure or in pain.Perhaps there is no difference. "Should we punish her more?" I asked.It was the next day."She has not been punished, master," Dorinda. That is if you are interested in breaking Mr. Warren Houser."For the first time since I got home I managed to talk. I grinned and said, "Oh, you could say that is one of my primary interests at this moment. Unfortunately he and my loving, soon to be ex wife have disappeared. Can you help with that?" Well, yes, and no. We don't know exactly where they are at the moment but we know where he goes a lot so, with a little luck and some investigation we can manage. Finish your beer while I get some. It was a trip she'd made so many times before. But always with Carlos, or almost always, and then with Meier as well, she thought. God, I miss Carlos, and I miss those days, too. If it were only possible to turn back the clock... "I beg your pardon?" she started from her reverie. Igwanda had said something to her, but she'd been so focused on her memories that she'd missed it completely."Nothing, Grandmother," he told her tenderly. "I was just saying this must bring back a lot to you, and I.