It was her. "Give me 5 minutes, you are going to take me tonight" she stated. "Oh I am now, what makes you think you are good enough for me to take?" ...I jabbed her back. "Listen I need to run off some of this stress." "What stress could you possibly have?" I shot back."Are you going to wait or not?" Hurry up oh little one," I said. She stuck out her tongue and drove down the street. She hated the name little one. I called her that because she was only about 5'5" and could not weigh anymore than. His wallet, keys and a small box fell out of it as she turned it upside down over her lap. Without thinking she pocketed the box, and ran her fingers over the leather of the wallet. She knew the keys would be for the most part useless as the car had been totaled. ‘Do I have to make the choices about the scars now or can I wait a bit?’ she asked getting back to the main topic of discussion. ‘You have some time. We can’t do anything until some of the more serious injuries are healed. Until then. She had always been very proud of him and secure in the knowledge that she could take him anywhere and always know that he knew how to act. She was invited to a party that would be having several of the Mistresses in the community there with their slaves. So, the Mistress told her slave to get his ass dressed and she put his collar and leash on and they left. Arriving there, she removed the leash and told the slave to go with the other slaves and stay out of trouble. But for some reason she. Her consideration only makes me love her even more. She kissed Mike goodbye, passionately, as we were about to go on a 2 week vacation with a couple of our friends (two more couples) to an all-inclusive hotel down at Roatan. We have agreed that it is in our best interest to keep our cuckolding rendezvous a secret, and she wouldn’t even flirt with any hung black man no matter how tempting. Once we arrived at the hotel, the whole squad decided to fetch a couple of drinks and catch a quick bite.