Put on my shoes. The only sound coming from the sick fuck is his breathing. I wish he’d vomit, and then choke on it. The door opens silently. Thank ...fuck, a creaking door would have sucked. I can’t believe I’m actually leaving this place. Finally. Tip toe across the kitchen floor. Leather soles for the win, no sound at all as I pad on the cheap wood imitation linoleum. I am so never having cheap wood imitation linoleum in my home. The lock is the most likely to be noisy. It’s one of those big. By the way, can i join you people in your excercise from tommorrow?”. I did not know what to answer as a positive reply would mean the end of fun in my mornings. She pulled back my shorts but my penis was stuck outside only. Involutarily, i pushed myself a little up and put back my cock inside. I was sure she saw me there as her eyes gleamed. She continued ” Just sitting at home makes her lazy and I do not prefer to excercise in public places like pooja. Joining you people will keep me fit.”.. A jab flicked out from the champion, but because Vickie was moving and bobbing as she had been shown the punch found only air. Vickie now changed direction, dancing to the right. Layla began to move in, trying to trap her in the corner. Vickie feinted to the right drawing a right hand from the champion which missed badly. For the first time, Vickie began to feel she might have a chance. Her confidence was short lived however, as despite her efforts, Layla did back her into a corner and threw. “Why were you late, Slave?” Bruce asked, a sneer crossing his handsome face.“I had to go to my room, Master. I had to remove my panties.”“What?!! Why were you wearing panties in direct violation of my orders? Yes, you are definitely going to be punished.”“Yes, Master, I deserve to be punished. I had to go to the super market so I dressed for outside, but when I returned I forgot to remove them…Master. Please punish me. I deserve it.”With that Bruce pulled her up, led her to the big.