No more... I can't... please..." she said at last. I knew she had nothing left to give and I pulled out of her as she groaned her relief. She went lim...p on the table, softly moaning and panting as she tried to rest. I stayed with her as I always do with all my submissives and gently brushed her sweat-matted hair from her face, stroking her hair and trying to calm her down.It took jewel about ten minutes, I would say, before she felt strong enough to get up off the table and we went back. As a result, she had no want of money, or status in the workplace. Her only failing was a lack of empathy and other, 'lesser' personal skills, which made her almost impossible to deal with, if she didn't see you as worthwhile.She kept her shining auburn hair done up in a tight, severe bun, away from her professionally-treated skin, and leaving her brilliant, flashing, emerald eyes clear. Her features were mostly Slavic, with high cheekbones and full lips, making her coldly beautiful - an ice. She really missed Ann.At first Rebecca was nervous, her hands trembled slightly as she helped her father place the trays in the cold case. Breasts lined up in pairs on the tray, jiggling as she slid it in place. She couldn’t help but stare at the tray of fillets, wondering how long it would be until hers was laying in the case with them.Soon the shop opened and business was brisk but not overly busy. Rebecca smiled as she weighed and wrapped the roasts handing them across the counter to the. She tries to scream, but the tape over her mouth keeps her from doing so -- not that it matters, for there isn't a soul that can hear anything through these thick walls.I approach the table and gaze down at the dark-haired beauty lying spread-eagled and helpless before me. Her slender body is firm and soft in all the right places. The warm glow of the candle promotes every detail quite nicely -- the shallow outlines of her ribs, the gentle swell of her breasts, the way her bright red G-string.