Follow Becky outside the room

Following Becky, you leave the room, where you tasted her for the first time, hoping that soon you’ll have another chance to feel her tender pussy under your tongue.

You enter the big warehouse, but now it’s quiet and empty. No forklift trucks, no men in blue uniform… just severals lamps quietly buzz on a ceiling above a semi-dark labyrinth of high shelves, where you never know what awaits you behind the corner. Brrrr!

Becky, who is walking before you, turns around.

-Aren’t you afraid, little Peach?

You vaguely shrug.

-Oh, you shouldn’t be. This is my domain, and I won’t let anyone hurt you… this privilege is mine.

An improvised panties-gag in your mouth doesn’t let you smile, but deep inside you are smiling with joy and proud - your Mistress is there for you, and she will protect you.

Becky reaches the end of the warehouse, opens a big door to the trading floor and lets you forward. Looks like sometimes you are her Lady, not just a juicy fruit.

Your unexpected romantic mood fits perfectly to the midnight trading floor where you are standing now. There are shelves, products, and all that you’ve seen several hours before, only covered by darkness now - but the moonlight from big windows turns the hypermarket into mysterious and exciting place.

Ouch! This wasn’t so romantic - Becky suddenly spanks you really hard with her palm. You turn around and stumble upon her glance. Her eyes aren’t romantically clouded as yours - she looks at you with a predatory gaze. And in her hands you see an electric cord...

-Hey, little Peach. I know you earned your orgasm. But before it… let’s play the game called “A lost Peach”. The rules are very simple: **** hides, Mistress seeks. And if I find you… when I find you… you will be properly whipped.

That sound a bit scary, and you freeze for a few seconds.

-So what are you waiting for? I will close my eyes and count to 20… and you should be well hidden before it.

Do you really want it? And does she even want to know your opinion? Suddenly you feel helpless, and your knees weaken... your legs are the only thing that isn’t tightly wrapped by Becky, who closes her eyes at this very moment.

-One… Two...