He couldn't think of another time in his life that he'd felt so utterly soiled.“What if I catch some...”“Stop complaining or I'll gag you” she... cut him off.“You're going to gag me anyway.”Jessica chuckled; her throaty laughter and footsteps echoing in the cool dungeon. The clacking of stilettos marked her path as she walked around the fuck horse, examining her immobilized slut. Francis eyed the wall before him lined with crops, floggers, ropes, chains, strapons and other toys. He studied the. Cut it from the front passenger seat. That tree had mangled that whole side of the vehicle into oblivion. Whereas the off side, or drivers side of the car had remained remarkably undamaged.So that left the question, in my -- and the investigating police officer's -- minds, just who had been in the driver's seat at the time of the crash?Whoever it was -- and by what freak chance I can't explain -- could not have been injured significantly, if at all. After all they had been able to open the. .. smelled only amused contempt from the woman. Not a stirring of lust at all for my Master. I furrowed my brow and wanted to glare at her. She should be dripping wet for my Master. She should be honored that he wanted to give her pleasure. Every woman should.I wanted to pounce on her and kiss her and lick her and drive her wild until she begged for Sven to take her and...Ava. We were here for Ava.“I am sorry, too,” I said, bowing my head, my ears drooping. “I... I just like having fun. You. We can re-schedule to learn the Cha-Cha and Tango another time. Is that all right with you, Claire?”“Sure Charles. Thank you for all your help, Annie,” Claire said.We danced for about thirty more minutes when we heard Mom announce, “Stage leaves in five minutes...”Claire came up to me and planted a nice kiss on my lips and said to me, “Charles — I like you a lot. I know we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now, so can we start holding hands all the time, instead of just only when we’re.