When she was done, he marched her back out to the living area, and instructed Angel to help her don her panties again. He decided that the leather tro...users were unnecessary at the moment. They'd only be in the way if she needed to go again, and not having them might help dissuade her from attempting to escape ... or at least slow her down.Besides, she looks good wearing just her panties!Looking at his watch, he realized that his car should have been delivered by now. It was getting close to. That would mean a lot to me. I promise I am going to be much more caring and much more nicer to you. You'll be more like my boyfriend than my slave. I will take much better care of you. Please say you'll forgive me!!!" Ivy said.It seemed to Charles that she was now the one who was going to be begging him."What if I don't??" Charles was being cocky and arrogant.He puts his arms on his chest, being snug and defiant.Ivy just looked at him. She looked upset. Then she looked angry."Charles are you. “Hello, you must be Mr. Ballard,” She said in a foreign accent, holding out her hand. I felt like I’d been shot by a bolt of lightning. She was beautiful and sweet, with light green eyes, high cheekbones, and a pearly-white smile. Her blond curly hair was tied up in pigtails with violet colored fuzzy hairbands. She was wearing a skimpy cotton violet cut-off t-shirt that clung tightly to her boobs, and although she was wearing a bra, it left little to the imagination. I could see her nipples. "Oh, yes, John," she groaned. Our breath came in gasps as we climbed the pinnacle swiftly.I heard myself groan, "Oh, God, yes, Missy," as my hips slammed into her one last time, I felt each spurt as I emptied into her.Missy's hips rocked back and forth, milking me as she groaned and sighed."Good morning, honey," I panted as we both stopped rocking into each other."Morning," she murmured.I hugged her tightly."I'll give you sixty years to stop waking me like this, John." It would be my pleasure,".