Does it matter to you?"Ayda thought for a minute and was horrified to realise that her first reaction was that it was not for her to question her Mast...er's wishes. She wondered then about her own future."How soon will you tire of me, Master?"Up he jumped again.Whish ... THWACK!The dog whip landed on the bed, missing her completely, and she felt mortified that he would deprive her of the punishment he seemed to think she deserved."Just concentrate on the sex, or fuck off and send someone in who. ARE YOU OK? HE ASKED. I'M OK JUST KEEP GOING DONT FUCKING STOP. HE PUSHED MORE OF HIMSELF INTO MY ASS THEN HE PULLED OUT HE DID IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL THE PAIN EASED UP.HE BEGAN TO MOVE FASTER I BEGAN TO RUBB MY CLIT AGAIN ALSO FEELING DONNY'S COCK FUCKING MY ASSHOLE. I BEGAN TO MEET HIS PACE THE PRESSURE IN MY PUSSY STRATED TO BUILD AGAIN DONT STOP DONNY I AM GOING TO CUM AGAIN FUCK ME HARDERHE GRABED MY HIP AND BEGAN TO REALLY ASSFUCK ME. YEAH THIS ASS IS GREAT SANDY SOO TIGHT AND NICE. ‘Trout, huh?… Ok. Show me the dress.’ ***** Dylan was standing in the dressing room of the boutique as anxious as could be. A lot depended on this dress and she felt she really needed an outside opinion. She did not have time to be dealing with someone so obstinate, but he was the only person who was answering texts with the speed she needed. Deciding a man’s opinion wouldn’t be such a bad idea at a time like this, she went against her better judgment and kept texting him. She took a picture. Joe pulled himself out of bed. The first thing he noticed, as he stretched, was the note taped to the mirror. Attached to the note were a couple of pictures that had been cut from a lingerie catalogue.The note read, "Lover, I missed you as I got dressed this morning, especially knowing I will be watching the seminar today with nothing to do. So, while I'm there I will be thinking about you. And about the things we will be doing to each other when I get home. I'm wearing what you see in this.