”“THIRD? How many did you fight?”“Four. And don’t worry. It was one at a time.”Kate broke her own rule and hit me after a run, before gett...ing checked out. Forgetting that I was wearing armor, she hurt her hand and then yelled at me for hurting her.She was emotionally messed up and couldn’t stop crying. Not that I was dumb enough to comment on it.“So, what’s going on?” Something was obviously up if they were both here waiting for me.“Go shower. The hot isn’t on, but you stink.” Ah, they weren’t. Stay here while I eat Elle," she told him, "you can top up my wineglass, that is if you take the trouble to open a bottle of white winefor me. There's one in the fridge." What did your last slave die of?" he muttered."Backchat, so be careful girl." He left to get the bottle, surprisedthat she'd heard him.While waiting on his wife and cleaning up after her meal, that evening,he came to a conclusion. He would allow her the pleasure she obviouslygained from her supposed domination of him for. I feel his hands on my knees and he pulls them up, putting the right leg on the back of the seat top and the left leg he pushes over the top of the front seat, opening access to crevice between my thighs. With his hands holding his weight on the small seat he can’t position himself so he rubs his hard cock against my opening until we both feel the bulbous head catch and he surges forward, pushing into my pussy. I’m certainly not a virgin but neither am I promiscuous and he isn’t a small man and. All his wet things had disappeared and on the bed was a neat pile of dryclothes. He was surprised to find that they consisted of a three-quarterlength denim skirt, a pair of plain cotton white panties, and floral teeshirt, a blue cardigan and a pair of mule bedroom slippers with a pinkbow. Having no choice, he put them on and sneaked a quick approving lookin the mirror before going down to the sitting room."Good! You'll be fine now. Sorry I haven't got any men's stuff. I got ridof all my.