His hands slid up and gently cupped her face as she looked up at him."Do you trust me?" What are you going to do?" she asked with a half smile."Do you... trust me? he insisted.With a sigh, "yes"."Close your eyes." She did so, slowly, the smile still on her lips. Taking a breath, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.At first, he was merely kissing that smile. Firm, nervous. Soon, however, those perfect lips softened. Then parted slightly. Slowly, furtively his tongue tasted the. " Honestly? I love it. It's what I do best. At first I hated it. It hurt and it wasn't ... my choice, you know? I think if it had been, I would have liked even the first time when he broke my hymen. I don't know about other girls, but I fantasized a lot when I was young." Ooh," Sam groaned when his cock tapped the back of her mouth near her throat and her hand rubbed vigorously at the base of it. He looked for her other hand and found it rubbing her clit. "You've had your master of course and. On the way home we had to make a few bathroom stops and we also had to pick up a few bottles of water so the wife wouldn't dehydrate. One of those bottles of water ended up laced with some of the horse tranquilizer we used when we shoed the palomino. When we finally got home she was zonked out and I needed Emily's help getting her into the house. I set the wife down on the fold-out sofabed in the living room and she was soon fast asleep. Emily asked if she could help as I undressed the missus. As soon as it got to the other end of the underpass it turned and parked across the roadway. This was the signal for another three cars to quickly block off both entrances to the road and Frankie’s escape. Men came from everywhere, armed men. Frankie was soon standing beside his car watching while it was being systematically torn apart and searched. As the men began to warm to their task a beige Commodore drove up and stopped on the corner, the driver quickly assessing the situation and driving.