Dad really wanted to come, but I convinced him is not a good idea to risk both of us. He only said, You are your fathers son. We arrived at the villag...e inn. I am surprised how fast we made it, is only two and a half hours after sunset. The jeweler has made it, and I reluctantly wake him from his sleep. We speak for several minutes, he tells me of the random searches, the guard had looked for Isabel and I well into the next day when he left. Altogether, the information he gives me is just. Meanwhile the glasses wererecharged and the drinking carried on. Some twenty minutes later and quiteunexpectedly Shaun asked " Can I see you wearing one of those outfits" Suddenly the atmosphere was charged and given that thesuggestion appealed to the exhibitionist in me "Sure " I said quite flippantly, much to the delight ofthe others. Shaun grinned inanely as I picked up the outfits and headedto the bathroom. At this point my only intention was to give the guys a littlethrill before I went. ‘Did I hear the phone earlier?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ Greg said, putting the quiche he was working on in the oven to bake. ‘Headquarters is sending a detective team out here to give me a hand with this case.’ ‘Oh,’ Abby said, sipping her coffee. ‘Then you feel it’s that serious, huh?’ ‘I’d say so,’ Greg said, sitting down at the table with her. ‘Your tires have been slashed and your garage has been burned down.’ He drank some of his coffee. ‘There’s nobody home at that Coughlin guy’s house, ‘ he. "Answerme, Alyssa." "Yours, yours! I belong to you." I groaned, desperate to have him fill me,complete me. "And who am I?" I didn't understand what he wanted. Jon positioned himselfbetween my thighs, holding the tip of his cock at my entrance. I whimpered,trying desperately to push myself onto him, but he held me still with one stronghand on my hip. "Am I your master?" he asked. "Yes, yes," I groaned. "Say it, tell me." he ordered "You. . . you're my master." I whimpered. "Please, I need . . ..