I knew from my past experiences if the main gate is locked from the inside and if the door bell is not answered, the only place she could be is washro...om in the back yard. It was the right timing that day, she was busy in the toilet in the backyard, and the kitchen door (rear entry of house) is half closed. I slid in, ran into the bedroom hid beside the window curtain. A minute or two passed, she walked into the room with a petticoat tied till her breasts.She must have had a cold water head. She was a wonderful figure sitting astride me, her high breasts jutting out proudly, her teeth clenched and curly locks tumbling about her shoulders as she jounced up and down. I raised my knees behind her and she clamped hers into my ribs, lifted her wide hips, wiggling wonderfully, and began. It think we went about ten or twelve very interesting miles.I cannot recall much else about that morning except that the final congress we achieved was at the foot of the bed, she standing with her. She felt a tension rising in her at the thought. This was the woman who ultimately owned her, yet she had never actually seen her. She had been whipped by he ... yes... but never set eyes on her.Suddenly there came the sound of trumpets and the babble of voices died somewhat. The Princess was coming. Belle wished her heart would not thump so and tried to stop herself trembling. Then, down before her, came a small procession. It was headed by the cruel-featured Vesta, garbed in her customary. “Get in here!” he says brusquely, and I hop inside.“Shoulda worn a coat,” he continues. Then he glances down at a small notepad in his hand and says, “You are?”“Eve,” I respond. “Can’t you tell by the fig leaf?”“That’s kind of small to be a fig leaf,” he responds, not even cracking a smile. “Do you have your invitation with you in paper or electronic form?”He has obviously been a cop for a long, long, time.“Does it look like I’ve got pockets in these?” I ask, touching the two cherries that act.