She was breathing as fast as he was, as she had cum so MANY times as she rode him. She was enjoying this, as she had NEVER enjoyed another lover. EVER...Y time she had cum, her pussy had squeezed his cock, so that he KNEW what he was doing to her, and how SHE was enjoying it. She loved him MORE now, than she ever had in her LIFE. She had achieved her ultimate expression of love. She would do her best to show him the SHE was HIS, and always WOULD be.She held him lightly, with only 2 fingers to. While his small vineyard grew and produced grapes, it didn’t thrive, and the yields were far below what he needed to have a successful winery.Discouraged by the failure of his latest undertaking, he began to tour France and Italy on alternating summers, buying wine and champagne. He left management of the orange grove and cattle herd to the supervisors who already oversaw each operation. At that point, he closed off and filled in the lift down to the basement. Then he had racks built to hold. Then I turned around the corner and walked straight into her. As I apologized and knelt to pick up her bags she said "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you all over.". I was stunned. She'd been looking for me? Did she know what I had been doing? I stood up, blushed hard, and holding her bags to my chest, as if they'd protect me from her. "You were?" I asked wondering why she'd been looking for me. "Did you need help finding something else?" No dear. I just wanted to thank you for all. She hadn't realized anyone was standing so near. The voice was a clear baritone with just the hint of an accent she couldn't identify.The chain choker was removed and something buckled in its place around her neck. From its feel, Claire guessed it was leather. She felt it being gently tugged and heard the snick of a small lock. Her hands were untied. She stood rubbing her wrists for a moment, still blindfolded. Then she reached up to feel the collar she was wearing, but a pair of hands seized.