"It's nothing special," he added, after I spent a few too many seconds staring at it, grateful for something to do. "I'll go get some glasses." I ran ...out of the room quickly, grateful I was free. For fuck sake Nelly. Pull yourself together. How do you expect to lead a normal life if you mess up your first date in a year? I opened the glass cabinet and took several deep breaths. The silence of the kitchen dragged out the time, and I panicked I had been away too long. I grabbed two wine glasses,. He remained in bed looking pallid and nursing a bottle of bourbon like a child. In the end we decided to keep looking. We talked about staying awhile for the poet, but he insisted fresh air did him a world of good.We decided that the next morning we'd create a pallet as soft as we could make it and purchase a sleeping bag and have him ride in the bed of the truck. "We should buy the whole kit and caboodle," said the ranger. "We need a tent or two and sleeping bags."Kicking the poet out of our. Warmth flowed from her loins to a secret place in her mind. The warmth said it was time. Time for pleasure and time for release.Her hands moved to her breasts and softly touched the two firm globes. The fully erect nipples rose to touch her hands. She felt their hardness as her palms bushed over her tits. Her fingers squeezed and pulled the rigid landmarks and she watched their enjoyment in the pink circles they called their homes.Sarah loved her body and it never failed to excite her. It. Sarah is here because she is being blackmailed. Sarah Redcliff AKA Tits, a 32 year old highschool teacher, wife and mother of two. Sarah curses herself for getting sexually involved with one of her students, she made the mistake and now she has to pay the price.At last the door creaks open and Sarah is bathed in light. Silhouetted against the light is her Mistress, Mistress Slut, standing barely over 5' tall and covered from her toe's to her mane of red hair by black latex. Mistress Slut.