You’re there already (naturally, I’m running late), waiting for me in your car, and when you see me pull up you get out to greet me. We kiss, and ...hug each other tightly, so thankful that we will have this concentrated time together, finally. You open the hatchback of my car and grab my overnight bag, and we head to the cabin. It’s a very rustic but cute camp-like cabin—although there’s running water and an actual bathroom with shower *in* the cabin…since I wasn’t so much into the whole. I don’t think you can ever stop learning and that’s something you can’t get men to do for you, no matter how hard you try! Kòngzhì Rén teaches you always to be looking to increase your skills. That’s why it has been such a powerful force for developing young women in this country. That first course set me well on the way. It was so hard at first. I never thought I would get to grips with it. I’d managed to pass the first three grades during the initial training but after then I had to build my. 'Touch your toes, slave!' I growled. My hand came down hard on her already inflamed backside. 'That's for not calling me 'Mistress'!' I shouted. Another hard slap and she visibly jumped. 'And that's for sub-ordinance! I will do as I please with you!' She sheepishly straightened up and I walked in front of her, removing my mules, grabbing hold of her hot, throbbing member, giving it a few gentle strokes with my hand. Her breathing quickened. I leaned over and I rolled my tongue over her glans,. "Yes, dear. You should go. Call if you need anything. I'll call you a cab. I don't think it would be good having us drop you. I mean if your dad even so much as sees our car..." said her mother."Yes, I understand," said Sam.She saw the sign, and thought it had to be a mistake. "SOLD" it announced. It was a realty sign.She asked the cabbie to wait. She had her old key. She went up the walkway, keyed the door, and entered.Nothing! Nothing was left. He was gone. Her dad was gone. Not even a scrap.