sandry1952

left before dawn. She rarely saw him during the daylight hours. And often when he did return home, she was put to work in other ways. Sometimes she resisted, other times... She gave in to her pleasure. He was changing her. She wasn't that innocent little stowaway anymore. And, although she'd never truly admitted it, she had moments where she thought of his hands on her, or his lips, or his cock. Being bent over his knee, or spread across the bed, or sometimes, kneeling in front of him. "Pet, come here," He said firmly, his deep voice breaking through her daydream. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, hair still wet from his shower. His hand and eyes indicating her to sit on the couch. He watched her intently as her small frame walked around the