’ ‘You are a good man, Huntsman,’ She looked at him, realizing how his old title hurt him, intuiting some bit of shame from his past. ‘,and pe...rhaps someday you will be that again.’ ‘Good?’ he fished, wetness welling up in his eyes. ‘You know what I mean.’ He thought he did. ‘Come, we have to flee now.’ He removed his cape with a flourish and covered her body in gray flannel, hiding her delectable features so that only her tired face and bare feet were visible. From there they hurried from the. Yes, I married a woman with a wonderful sex drive, I think we fuck more now than we did when we first met.The picnic was one out to a secluded beach on a lake near us and we were there with our best friends, Roy and Marge, who were just a year or two older than we were.The weather was perfect, a slight cool breeze and warm sun. We had three blankets on thee ground, one for each couple, the third for the food and the two bottles of champagne that we'd opened.What were we celebrating? Nothing. .The same man I would be allowed to, a few times a year, beg for himto unlock my cage and let me masturbate in some degrading way of theirchoosing......The man who's watched Mistress serve me his spent cum in all mannerof humiliating ways- most recently by "allowing" me to pour his usedcondoms on to my tear streaked but always smiling upturned face, which Ithen delicately and diligently collected and sucked and kissed off mypinky tips, endlessly moaning and lisping my thanks for the. I read them often and always think of you. You take my hand and we go to your room where you just hold me so tight. It’s dark outside now and the only light in the room is very faint. Your smile shines and really lights up the room. It’s cold, but I’m burning with a fire that can’t be extinguished. You kiss me and say that you’ll be right back. This gives me an idea, but I have to hurry. I turn on the light and quickly shed my jeans and sweater. I slip on a long, red, silk nightgown. I love.