He shook his head at the snow. Snow meant ice, and salt on the roads. He hated what that did to his vehicle’s underside. His eyes caught sight of a ...small red car, stopped at a light to let him go through, and for a second he thought it might be Tanya. But the thought passed as quickly as the fleeting glimpse of the car. Tanya was gone, most likely dead. No chance that she would be here. Not after eight years. Tanya had been William’s fiancé, a glowing chestnut girl with a soft laugh and a will. The stainless steel appliances reflected her naked glory and she like the way her ass cheeks jutted out with no silly panties or thong to restrict their freedom of movement.She looked around and there were no witnesses.After she opened the pantry door and flipped out the ten inch stubby shaft that looked like it had something to do with opening a can or some other chore, she simply bent over and moved backwards until it penetrated straight up her sinful bottom and made her lips form a perfect. She quickly grabbed and took Lorraine’s hair in her hand and pulled. “Say it louder, with more respect!” George demanded. “Say it!” Lorraine dropped slowly to her knees in pain. A pain that even I could feel as George twisted those beautiful red curls in her tight fist. I was horrified and wanted her to stop there and then, but I restrained myself, realising that this was their game and they were showing me how it was played.“You are my Mistress and I obey every command.” Lorraine cried, and I. I don't know, we shouldn't be doing this I don't think Drew, it's so...' 'So what?' I said, becoming upset that she felt this way. I didn't think she would regret what had happened in the morning but I was beginning to doubt that. She looked up at me, her blue eyes confused and bewildered. I pushed my body over hers so I was on-top of her, and kissed her breasts, I wanted to reassure her that it wasn't just a one-night fuck because we were home alone together - it really meant something. She.