Giftwrapped (Dingo & Petra)
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				Title: <strong>Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:08:54</strong>
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				She knelt on the stool, arms by her side and hands clasped in her lap. Her Master flew across the room gathering clothes. She was confused, and had no clue why her Master was acting in such a way. He stopped after having gathered a matching black lace set of lingerie, a nice white blouse and a white shirt, though it was a bit short for it's style. She had never seen these clothes before, and was excited with the notion. He ordered her down, and told her to dress quickly, He had a task for her.<br><br>She donned each item, carefully hooking the stockings and such, taking care to be gently with the fragile items. She pulled the tight blouse over her head, noting the way it stretched over her figure. Her hands went up, pulling her wet hair out from under her collar. She pulled the skirt up her freshly shaven legs, and pulled it down so it comfortable sat on her hips, ending at halfway down her thighs. She nods to herself, making sure she was correctly attired as her Master expressed was quite important, then walked out to find him.<br><br>He sat on the couch, a black bow in his hands, and a cloth on the table next to him. Beside it was a rather large box. She looked around the room, puzzled, but saying nothing. "Master, I am here." He looked up, nodding at her. "Come here child," he told her, an edge of excitement in his voice. She walked to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling the bow through his fingers and tying it firmly, but gently around her neck, He spoke to her asking, "Trust me and know that this is what I feel is best for you, little one."<br><br>She nodded, eyes wide and unknowing. He leaned down and lifted the cloth, holding it to her mouth and nose. She breathed it in, not fighting her Master's wishes, though her heart pounded through her chest. The sweet, yet rotting scent overwhelmed her in moments, and she fell unconscious.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The Master lifted her, gently placing her body in the cardboard box, the insides reinforced with a thin metal sheet so that it did not break. "Good-bye dear, I hope he treats you well."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:26:38</strong>
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				He was staring intently at the code on his screen. Something here wasn't right, but what was it. With a sigh he swiveled his chair around and looked at his co-workers and employees. He had started a small IT company and hired some additional people, coders and representatives to assist him. The company was specialized in providing database solutions and support for small business owners. Most of their code was generalized and by staying with the small business owners and keeping the code simple they could actually make a fairly decent living out of this and not become any threat, real or perceived to the bigger fish on the same market.<br><br>But two weeks ago, they had, after some internal deliberation agreed to take on a task for a state-sized company that would link all their stores into one centralized database, as well as provide the option of selling their products online. It was a bit bigger than their usual fare, and considering the profile, it also had to become much more secure.<br><br>He spun his chair around again and sighed deeply in frustration. "Nope." he said out loud and then stood up, "People, we call it a day. We've been going at this for the past four hours and still haven't found the problem. We all go home and try to look at it with a fresher perspective in the morning."<br><br>He walked out of the shared floor, there were no walls, no separate offices and no fancy secretaries, even customers would come and sit with almost the entire team. As he walked towards the elevator he removed the tie he made obligatory, and stuffed it in his pocket, as the doors to the elevator opened, he opened the top button of his white sky-blue shirt. When he got out of the elevator he was carrying the deep blue jacket over his arm and he walked towards the subway. No use in wasting money on a cab. A single stop later he came out of the subway again and walked into the luxury apartment where he lived. He had inherited the apartment as well as the money he used to start this business from his parents and still had enough left to live in reasonable comfort without having to rely on the proceeds of his company. Fortunately his friends, most coworkers, did not know their friend, boss had not received a single cent of wage for all his work.<br><br>When he returned home he switched on the television to the news and sat behind his computer to check on his e-mail while watching the news. He rose again and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge for a nice cool beer, then sat on the couch and leaned back closing his eyes.<br><br>"Where does it go wrong ?" he muttered softly, his mind still on the project no matter what he told the others to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:57:39</strong>
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				The man put the box on a dolly, taking it out to the car he had borrowed. He hefted the box into the trunk, pulling a 'FRAGILE' sticker from his pocket, and placing it on the box. He ties it down, making sure that it will not fall out, and drives to his target house, making sure that the occupant was preoccupied. <br><br>He pulled the box down, placing the 'mail information' on the box, and rolling it to the door with the dolly. He rang the doorbell, and strode back to his car, leaving the box and dolly at the door, and drove away.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 06:05:59</strong>
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				<em>"The door ?"</em> he wondered as the ringing of his doorbell woke him from his thoughtful moment, <em>"Who could that be ?"</em><br><br>He slowly walked towards the door and opened it, seeing the huge box and staring in the hallway only seeing the elevator moving down.<br><br>"What the ... " he said as he stared at the box, "I didn't ... hmm" He was curious for he did not order anything and if he did he had to sign for it. But usually the parcel deliveries went to his office adress and not his home adress. It was adressed right though. With a shrug he dug in his pocket and took out a pocket knife and pulled it open.<br><br>With a swift cut the sharp blade went through the tape ceiling it and he looked inside. His blue eyes shot open in surprise when he saw the contents and he almost fell over backwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 06:31:23</strong>
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				She stirred. Her first thought was that her head hurt, and second that she was cramped. She tried moving around, but found there was no room. Then, as she began coming to her sense she heard footsteps. They stopped for a few moments, close to where she was, then she heard and saw something coming through the top over the container holding her. <br><br>She squinted as the light flashed suddenly, blinding her, and she blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted. She saw just the silhouette of a man standing above the box, and still a bit out of it called out, "Master!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 06:39:22</strong>
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				"Wow." he said surprised and brushed through his hair, before looking back into the box, his dark hair ruffled. With a mix of a grin and confusion he asked: "Did James put you up to this ?"<br><br>A friend of his who, on a good day would burn a big part of his own inherited fortune to give his friends 'pleasant' surprises, without actually denting his fortune one bit.<br><br>"He did put you up to this." he stated and he shook his head, still looking into the box, "Though, it is a fairly nice surprise." He grinned a little at her quite pleased by what he saw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 06:58:06</strong>
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				She heard his voice before she could see him, and knew that it was not her Master. Her mind flew remembering what her Master had told her, and she trusted him. His words confused her.<br><br>"Who is James?" She asks his curiously, then raises her hands, asking to be lifted from the box. "Someone close to me did this, and I trusst him. Congratulations, you are my Master now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 07:03:20</strong>
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				"A friend of .... " he said as he reached out and took her hands, helping her to climb out of the box. "YOUR WHAT ?" he yelled surprised, nearly letting her fall back into the box and then he flinched looking left and right into the hallway for a bit.<br><br>"Your what ?!?" he asked her much softer as he looked over her with some appreciation, but most of all confusion, "This is a joke isn't it ? Okay, guys, you can show yourself."<br><br>He was looking into the corridor again, expecting James and some others to come into view laughing, but when they didn't show, he looked back at her and he shook his head again. "This is a joke isn't it ?" he asked her again with still a lot of confusion in his voice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 07:12:28</strong>
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				She recoils a bit as he speaks loudly. His hands drop from her own, and she stumbles back a bit. "Your my Master, Sir," she says the second time he asks. <br><br>She looks around, confused as he begins talking to people who weren't there, but she realizes that he is probably suspicious. She answers him calmly. "No, you are my Master now." She lifted her leg and climbed from the box, then setting her skirt, blouse and hair back to rights. "Now, shall we go inside...What is your name, Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 07:25:54</strong>
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				He looked at her with lots of confusion and in his half dazed state he nodded and let her guide him into his broad and long hallway and out of habit he pulled the door close behind him.<br><br>"Mike." he stammered and he looked at her again, "You're serious are you not ?" Disbelieve was still very strong in his voice as he asked her this question.<br><br>She could see into his large living quarters, a workspace, a kitchen and a living room all in one, but more spacious than many other houses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:15:48</strong>
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				She walked him into the room, looking around to see the lavish furnishings he had scattered throughout his apartment. She turns at his words. She knelt on the floor in front of him, hands folded in her lap. "Hullo Master, your slave's name is Tessa." Her head was politely bowed, but she looked up at his question. "I'm quite serious, Master, this is no laughing matter." <br><br>She looked around the house, noting the spaciousness of each room. She looks up at him asking, "How may your pet serve you today Master?" &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:27:55</strong>
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				Mike looked completely and utterly surprised. "Slow down please." he said and he looked at her again, sitting on a nearby chair and he looked at her, "You are Tessa ? Why are you here ?"<br><br>This was just too much for him and he was half-curious when his friends would drop in laughing at him and half wondering why anyone would want him as a Master.<br><br>He shook his head at that thought. <em>"No, nobody is a Master here, Mike."</em> he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:39:09</strong>
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				Tessa looked at him quizzically, wondering what her Master was doing by sending her here. She trusted him and knew that this was training,and so she tried to sort through this strange man. She watched as he moved to a chair, and sat, waiting for permission to stand. "No. My name is Tessa, but I am your slave, your pet. And I am here because my former Master sent me here to serve you. You are my Master now." <br><br>She smiled, realizing that he did not know the rules. She stood, and walked over to his chair, and crawling up into his lap. She straddled his legs in the chair, sitting back on his knees. "I can explain everything to you, all the rules, and you can&nbsp; make new, personal rules." She leaned down and kissed him, working her tongue into his mouth gently, then pulling back. "What would my Master like now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:58:16</strong>
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				"Why ?" he said and then watch with interest when she rose from the ground and moved over to him. She was very nice looking, very pleasing to the eye. And if James had paid for her, why couldn't he just take a little advantage of it.<br><br>His cock nearly jumped in his pants when she sat on his lap and when she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth he returned the kiss with more passion that he intended or expected, forcing her tongue back out of his mouth and his own into hers.<br><br>When finally the kiss was broken he looked at her, still confused, but different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:17:14</strong>
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				Tessa smiled, closing her lips along his tongue as she pulled back. "I don't know why, but I trust that this is right. You are my Master, and I hope you will accept me as your slave." <br><br>As she talks she climbs back off of his lap, fingers brushing his erection as she does. Tessa kneels on the floor, just as a slave should without permission to stand. "Now, we must talk of our relationship, Master. As your slave I will do as I am told, and will strive to obey your wishes, but if I fail I expect to be punished. That is the way of a Master and slave. I have to trust you not to take advantage of my position, and trust you with my care. Do you think you can handle this Master?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:26:00</strong>
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				He looked at her for a moment and then he smiled broadly, his blue eyes almost lighting up with a revelation.<br><br>"Tessa, you do as I tell you to ?" he asked her and she could see a shimmer of something in his eyes that wasn't the same hesitation, but cleverness, "Could you go into the kitchen and please fetch me a new beer ?"<br><br>He almost grinned at himself for he had forgotten to restock his cold beers, and took the last one when he came home, the new ones still in the trunk of his car. She would be busy for some time.<br><br>As soon as she left to follow his fairly reasonable request he grabbed his cellphone and dialed his friend. "James, it's me. Mike." he said in a hushed tone through the phone, "There's this girl here. Do you have anything to do with it ?"<br><br>His tone dropped from slightly enthusiastic to slightly disappointed quite fast and then he said: "Yes, James, she is ... I mean, damn, she is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:38:21</strong>
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				Tessa nods, and replies "Yes master," and stands, walking about the apartment to find the kitchen. As she searched she found many rooms, then walked into the kitchen. Tessa eyed the fridge then opened it, searching, but failing to find the beers. <br><br>She frowns, walking back and asking her Master, "Where can I find the beers, Sir" She noted the look on his face and the phone in his lap, and ran forward not knowing what was happening. "Sir? What's wrong Master?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:51:42</strong>
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				He turned to her and he looked still a bit disappointed at her. "You're really who and what you say you are, aren't you ?" he asked her softly, still finding it hard to believe. But nobody he know but James could afford such&nbsp; a pretty girl to pull a prank on him and he did doubt she was a stalker.<br><br>"Or are you perhaps stalking me ?" he had to ask as the thought crossed his mind.<br><br><em>"How the hell am I going to deal with this."</em> he thought and then he looked at her. "Don't you have a family Tessa ?" he asked her softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 21:55:45</strong>
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				She paused mid stride as his words hit her. Her face fell as she realized that he still did not believe her. She walked over to him, "Master, your pet would not lie to you. I am your pet and you are my Master." She looked at him pleading him to understand that she was truthful. <br><br>Her face fell, eyes tearing up at his stalker comment. "Master..." Her head bowed, and her chest shook at the disappointment clear from her demeanor. She looked up at him, 3 tears running down her face. "You are my only family Master."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 12:34:18</strong>
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				"I'm sorry, Tessa." he whispered as he did not want to make her disappointed, but then turned more serious, "I mean, don't you agree it's a little weird that a girl suddenly is delivered in a box to your house and she tells you you're her Master ?"<br><br>He smiled at her as he felt a little bit sorry for her. "It's really a little bit weird. I mean ... a very pretty girl like you, calling someone she doesn't even know Master ?" he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 16:55:59</strong>
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				Tessa looked to him, trying to view the matter from his perspective, but could not. She had lived most of her life in this manner, and had little recolection of a life prior to serving her Masters. "I think it could be strange, but I do not know for sure, Sir. I mean, I can call you something different of course, but I would never think of being as disrespectful as to call you by name. That is against all the training I've ever had. Can you imagine how hard it is for me, Sir, to be given away by my Master to someone else?" <br><br>She wiped her eyes and stood, going to stand in front of Mike, "You <em>are</em> my Master now, no matter if you accept this or not. I have been left to your care, but know this, I hope that you will accept me as yours, and I wish that you will take me as your slave, because that is what makes me happy, and fulfilled."<br><br>She and sat at his feet, resting her head and hands on his knee. "This is what makes me happy, Sir."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 17:14:47</strong>
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				"I think it's utterly cruel to give away someone who depends on you." he blurted out before he realized it, and then he realized something else as well, which caused some hesitation for him to continue, "Especially to a stranger she has never met."<br><br>Mike realized that he wasn't at all as appalled by the idea of having a pretty girl call him Master as he thought when she first called him that. It had a nice ring to it. <em>"Besides the obvious benefits."</em> he thought and he could not help but grin, <em>"I can also save a bit of money. And ... "</em><br><br>He couldn't help but chuckle out loud at his next thought and he looked at Tessa with a warm smile, which faded almost immediately as another thought crossed his mind.<br><br>"Tessa ?" he asked her very seriously, "Do you know why your previous Master has send you away ?"&nbsp; And with that sentence he had also told her that he would be her Master, or at least was seriously considering it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:40:07</strong>
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				Tessa didn't make any motion at his words, just closed her eyes and rested her head. She heard the laugh he let out, and opened her eyes, looking up at him. <br><br>"I do not know why, but He said to trust him, and so I do. He always did what was best for me, and so I will trust his judgment and serve you." She smiled at him warmly, pulling her body up to her knees, then standing by the chair. She looked down at Mike, her eyes glowing a bit at her excitement. Her hands fisted in her blouse as she tried to contain herself, not sure of his reaction to anything. "Will you take me as your slave, Sir?"&nbsp; <br><br>She bent down, lining her mouth with his lightly, brushing his lips with her own lightly before pulling back. She kept her eyes open, watching his reaction, gauging him carefully. "Will you make me happy, Master?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:54:47</strong>
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				"Damn, she's hot." he thought as he looked at her, his eyes wandering her body. There was some suspicion still, but for the moment he was not entirely adverse to having this girl as his Slave.<br><br>As she brushed his lips, he didn't react and there was even a slight furrow in his brow. "Why did you kiss me ?" he asked, his tone a bit harder, but there was a very amused undertone as if he barely could contain his laughter, "I didn't tell you to do that."<br><br>But he then nodded at her very slowly. "I'll consider you to be on probation, Tessa." he said and smiled at her warmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:30:39</strong>
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				She jumped back at his words, surprised and thrilled by them. A radiating glow ran through her body, warming her limbs with a joy that she was once again owned. She answered carefully. "I'm sorry Sir. I did not know my place." She leaned back, kneeling on the floor, hands clasped in her lap. "She bowed her&nbsp; head, waiting for a punishment if any. She watched a warm smile travel across his face, a similar one of her own growing. <br><br>"I'll consider you to be on probation, Tessa." <br><br>She closed her eyes thankfully and said just, "Thank you Master."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:40:03</strong>
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				<em>"What are you thinking ?"</em> was the small part of him that was still struggling telling him as he looked at her.<br><br>He reached for his remote control and he switched on the CD player, ready for the moment that he would for some reason bring back a pretty woman to his apartment, and it began to softly play some romantic music.<br><br>"I hope you can dance, Tessa." he said with hardness to his voice, "Dance for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:31:53</strong>
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				Tessa looked around surprised as the music began, wondering just what was happening. Her first instinct was to ask Master what had happened, but he spoke before she could open her mouth. His voice was a bit harsh, but in a commanding way. "Dance for me." She was a bit unnerved, but knew that, if for her Master, she could do it. <br><br>She bowed her head, and turned on her knees, smiling. Her back was facing him as she stood, and she stretched her legs, keeping her hands on the floor as she did so, looking as if she was standing and touching her toes in a stretch. <br><br>She pulled her torso up slowly, almost, but not quite in the speed of the rhythm set by the music. Her arms danced around her torso, fingertips sliding across the surface of her blouse, feather light, almost as if they did not touch, though they did. She turned towards him, not looking at him, just watching herself as she skirted her body with her hands. Tessa's body came up, board straight but relaxed, as the music took a fortissimo turn, body twirling, almost jumping in time with the music she did not know, but followed as best she could. She was wary of the furniture, making sure to gauge her motions on the room she had. She felt the music soften, sweeten, and slowed. Her face, eyes lidded with concentration, smiled at her Master as she danced, taking slow steps toward him arms reaching out to grasp him, though as she neared him, she turned in a single footed spin of her body, almost ballerina like in it's gentle, balletic motions, but with an underlying sexual tone, brought out with her demeanor and eyes, with her hands as the skimmed every portion of her body lightly. She took measure, steps toward him, slowly, ever so slowly coming near as she danced to the beat of the music he had given her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:44:53</strong>
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				His blue eyes watched her every move, his expression at first very strict, but he could not keep up that mask for too long as he was enjoying too much of what he saw. But the true thing that caused his enjoyment was that she just did what he asked her to, not knowing exactly what to expect and he had to admit that there was a kind of very sensual grace to her movements.<br><br>When in her dance she moved closer and closer to him he couldn't help himself and he grabbed her all of a sudden and pulled her onto his lap, surprised at how lithe she was, and how frail she felt to his hands. His erection poked against her back and he looked at her with a big smile.<br><br>"That I liked Tessa." he said softly, as he caressed her legs through her stockings, "Now, tell me what you want to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:51:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped as her Master grabbed her, and she fell quite ungracefully into his lap, her breathing already unsteady. She moaned as she felt him, hard and hot against her bottom. His hands, sensual and teasing traveled over her legs temptingly. Her hips rocked, her body unable to keep still after the flowing sensation her body created while dancing. The music was still playing in the background, still driving the tone of her movements. <br><br>Her hands desperately searched for him, feeling behind her body for his thickness. "Master...I want you..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at her for a moment and then a careful smile appeared on his face. "Really ?" he whispered teasingly, "And where do you want me ?"<br><br>His fingers carefully went over the tight white blouse she wore and he slowly unbuttoned it, starting at the bottom and moving to the top.<br><br>"You're a very desirable woman." he whispered at her and then he grinned, "And I think that at the least I'll have some fun with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa turned her head on her shoulders, looking at him as he looked at her. She kissed his mouth desperately, "I want you inside me Master." She stopped looking down, watching his hands as they slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, showing the black lace hidden underneath. Her hips pumped against his cock trapped behind his work pants. She moaned at his words, then turned in his lap as he finished the last button, straddling him once more. <br><br>"Use me Sir. Your slave wants to be pleasured by you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slipped the white fabric over her shoulders with a grin, pulling it down, but not freeing her arms from it, effectively binding them with her own blouse. With a smile he looked at her as his hands carefully touched her perky breasts caressing them, trailing over the soft flesh and the lace that kept them.<br><br>Mike stopped and moved his hands to her hips and lifted her of his lap as he rose himself as well, putting her down on her feet and then touched her blouse again and freed her arms from it and dropped the garment on the ground. "I'll keep that idea for later, Tessa." he whispered softly, "Right now, I want you on your knees."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:51:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa rolled her shoulders as he pulled the blouse from her arms, laughing a bit as she felt her arms trapped, liking it. Her chest was forward, breasts pushed out raising them slightly. She moaned as his fingers traced over her breast, too light for anything but shivers to run though her. She groaned as he stopped, watching his hands fall to her hips, lifting her up and setting her on her unsteady feet. His hands returned to her blouse, pulling it from her wrists, popping a few buttons that were done up there. She pulled her arms forward, wrapping them about his torso as she kissed him, pulling back when he said to save that. <br><br>She nodded, kissing her Master's lips one last time before dropping slowly to her knees, nuzzling his crotch with her nose. Her hands lifting to rid him of the cruel fabric keeping her from Master's cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at her and he smiled for a moment and then his smile faded, only to be replaced with a smile again afterward. "I did not tell you to do that, Tessa." he said softly, but his tone was kind, "But it's what I was thinking about. So, please go ahead."<br><br>He was wearing the pantaloons fitting to a suit, nicely tied with a white belt, and, as a single male, he wore comfortable underwear, in his case a boxers with little hearts on them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry Sir," she says and giggles once before looking down to his crotch. Her Master's cock is at eye level to her, straining through her very cute boxers. Her mouth aches with the desire to take him into her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands come up, rubbing his cock through his boxers, and Tessa's head lowers to lick it through the fabric lightly. <br><br>"How may I please you Master?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:26:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a nod he smiled at her. "Well, I would like you to begin for now with a nice blow-job." he said as he reached down and softly caressed her cheek, "While you do, I'm going to think about something for a bit."<br><br>He grinned because he was not going to think about his problem at work, but about the girl on her knees at his feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighs, a bit jealous that she may not be the first thing on his mind. Her thoughts flew quickly and she was determined to make herself the only thing he thought of tonight. "Yes Sir!" She is eager, hands pulling his cock from the boxers, sliding the shorts down his hips, pooling them at his feet along with his pants.<br><br>Her hands cup him reverently, her right grasping his shaft, while her left goes lower, cupping his balls in her palm. Her fingers gently squeeze the sac off and on, varying the pressure though, so that he didn't get comfortable and not feel it. her mouth traveled to the base, sucking and laving the skin of his cock and working her way up slowly. Her mouth constantly licking his shaft, tongue moving over him, exciting him. As Tessa made her way to the head, she opened her mouth, clamping her lips over the head, giving it a few gentle suckles before she bobbed down, taking in a bit more, then lifting almost off. She gave the head a swirling lick, then dropped her head, lower than the pass before, then came up. She kept this up, her tongue constantly working his cock as it went slowly farther into her mouth, her right hand gripping lightly at his base, stroking the portion she didn't touch with her mouth yet, and her left slowly, gently milking his balls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He closed his eyes to savor the feeling of the blow-job and he tried to focus on his thoughts, when he realized that she was actually quite, no, very good at what she was doing and he groaned surprised in lust.<br><br>Mike's eyes shot open and he looked down at her with lustful surprise in his eyes and the thought he was trying to form came out with a chuckle: "Well at least I could keep you in the closet for when I want a blow-job. You're good."<br><br>She was good and his knees were getting slightly wobbly. Sinestra had been his girlfriend for quite some time now, and finally having someone around who would do these things without complaint that wasn't his left hand was actually quite good.<br><br>His breath turned ragged and he had to readjust his weight slightly as he lost his balance due to becoming slightly lightheaded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned at his words, just glad that he had the notion to keep her. She hilted on his cock, the back of her throat filled with his head. She moaned once more, her tight throat vibrating over his shaft as she slid back on it. Her mouth came off licking slowly at his shaft as if it were ice cream, her tongue scooping at each side with languish. <br><br>She looked up at her Master, proud of herself for bringing him to a weak-kneed state so quickly, and laughed to herself lowly, before taking him back into her mouth. She thrust over his cock quickly, driving her mouth over him, her throat closing, swallowing him, as his head touched the back of her throat with each thrust.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike's fist balled as he tried to fight of the inevitable for as long as he could and when she laughed that helped, but then when she tried to swallow his shaft or so it seemed he couldn't hold back any longer.<br><br>A deep sigh escaped his lips as his muscles tensed and he thrust his hips slightly forward, pushing his shaft just that bit deeper into the the wet welcoming hole and he came. As the first spurt shot deep within her throat he realized what he was doing and while still coming he pulled out of her mouth, filling her mouth and then spurting a last few bits on her face and dripping on her chest.<br><br>"I ..." he began as he wanted to apologize for that, and then realized what she was, and he shut his mouth and smiled, then continued much cooler in tone, "I am pleased, Tessa."<br><br>He was, so pleased and so backed up that even after his climax his shaft still stood strong ready to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa felt him tense just before he came, and moaned deep as his hot cum filled her throat and mouth. He pulled back, emptying her mouth, cum dripping from her mouth as a last shot of cum falls on her face and chest. She swallows the load in her mouth, licking her hips eagerly, liking the taste of her Master's cum very much. <br><br>She smiled, glad to have pleased her Master. She looked down at the mess she was in, then back up noticing that he was not going soft. She squirmed, her legs opening as she sat back on her heels. "Master, please." Her hips move slightly, showing Master her need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This brought a grin to his expression as he looked at her and indeed saw her need.<br><br>"Don't move your legs and press your shoulders against the ground." he ordered her with a stern look, "Then play with yourself, but you are not allowed to come, until I tell you."<br><br>An idea crossed his mind and he did not wait so much to see her press her shoulders against the floor warmed tiles of his living room and he walked away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, a bit afraid, wondering if she would be able to hold off on cumming. "Yes Master." She watched him leave the room, and wondered vaguely what he was doing, but set her focus to the task at hand. She laid herself back on the warm tiles, keeping her legs spread just as they were earlier. Her hands snaked down her belly, traveling steadily lower running down her abdomen, then over her mound before pausing. Her fingers trilled down her mound, spreading her lips as she circled her clit. Her juices already running freely, she touched them, gathering some on her fingers as she began penetrating herself, moaning as her cold fingers felt so good in her warm pussy. "Mmmm...Master..."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike didn't take long and when he returned he was only dressed in a long loose hanging bathrobe having ditched his own clothes in the bedroom. He grinned at her softly. "You called, Tessa ?" he asked, his voice mock innocent, as he looked at her with that grin and curious interest in his eyes.<br><br>His own lust was clearly visible through the open blue bathrobe as was his fairly well done physique, perhaps a bit skinny for some.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa swirled her fingersaround her clit, rubbing faster as the friction on her sweet sweet button mounted, driving her crazy. She moaned as the two fingers she penetrated herself with touched her g-spot, massaging it perfectly. "Master....Let me cum...please Sir."<br><br>She closed her eyes, moaning low in her chest as she pumped her hips. She needed more. Needed him inside her. "Please Sir!" She lifted her head, looking at him through hungry eyes, his manhood showing beneath the robe made her lick her lips in anticipation as she begged him for permission to cum freely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike smiled a bit mysterious and he lowered himself onto his knees between her legs and slipped of the robe. "No, Tessa, not yet." he whispered softly as he reached out and brushed with his fingers against the hand she was using the drive herself to a climax. He leaned forward and she felt his hardness rub against her hand and his own hand took her wrist, carefully pulling her hand out of her and placing her fingers on her clit.<br><br>However, her sex was not to be left alone for very long as she felt the head of his shaft rub against her sex and could feel it's hotness with her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 02:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned, her hands were lifted, and placed at her clit to rub harder and faster to create yet more tormenting friction. She rubbed the over-sensitized organ, circling and rubbing it, running her nail along it gently, teasingly. She begged her Master for permission to cum, "Please!" falling from her lips even when she did not realize it. Her head rolled back, her eyes squeezing as she pulled herself to the edge, tormented by each sensation, but the inability to reach completion. <br><br>She groaned, hips surging up as she felt his hot, hard member rubbing along her entrance. "Master..." she whimpered breathily, her hand reaching out snake-like, grasping him, and pulling him harder against her slit, almost reaching insertion. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 12:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pleas brought somewhat of a smile to his lips and when she took his hardness, he grabbed her wrist, roughly, and removed her hand from his shaft again, just letting the head rest at the entrance for a bit longer, while he looked quite stern at her.<br><br>Mike's expression was stern, but it took him a lot of self-control not to give in to her gesture and thrust his hips forwards, and very slowly he rubbed his shaft against her sex, brushing the head occasionally against the fingers still playing against her clit. He wanted her to fail at his command, he wanted to punish her, but most of all he was fighting back against this urge of taking her right now at this moment, because he just wanted to fuck her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 16:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa groaned low in her chest as he tore her hand away, his grip bruisingly strong on her small wrist, but she didn't care. She made a noise, almost a growl as her teased her, stroking her slit, bumping her fingers with the head of his manhood yet not giving her tormented sex any of the relief it so desired.<br><br>Her fingers slowed as she begged, wailing, for her Master to grant permission to cum. Her body reached a peak, her fingers slowed as she tried her best to stifle the orgasm waiting to burst over her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down and saw her fingers slowing down to keep her orgasm at bay. With a smile Mike gently took the hand whose fingers caressed her clit and he pressed it down more firmly.<br><br>Looking at her eyes, she saw something there, some amusement, some teasing enjoyment at her pleas. He slowly moved his own hips forwards, parting her lower lips until just the head of his sex rested within her, spreading her open wide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa cried out, hips pumping up as his hand pressed her fingers into her clit harder, the motion of her fingers driving her to the edge, holding on by a will that was steadily draining. "Master! Oh! Please Sir Please! Let me cum!" Her hips pistoned into the air, her legs shaking from keeping the same position for so long. She moaned, as the head of his cock pushed further, teasing her with it's size as she tried pushing her hips up to take in more of his cock. <br><br>"Master fuck me, please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:07:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike's expression was almost glowing at her sexual distress and the pleasure he derived from that little act of obedience from her. Very slowly he kept moving her hand against her clit and his free hand moved to softly caress the undersides of her lace clad breasts.<br><br>Teasingly slow he pushed his shaft just a bit further into her and he grinned. "Which one is it, Tessa. Do you want to come, or do you want to fuck ?" he asked her his own voice soft and grinning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa closed her eyes, her head grinding back against the floor, "Please Master! Let me cum. Now!" She barked out the order, her mind spiraling away as she hung to the edge, in pain almost from the need to reach completion. She narrowed her eyes at him, growling as his hand moved her's further tormenting her further. <br><br>Her hips pumped up, her body preparing for a mind blowing orgasm as she came. She tensed, hips in the air squeezing and releasing over his cock as an orgasm exploded from her clit. The nerves there so overworked that she wailed, almost in pain, and her fingers rubbed faster than ever. She ground her head back, moaning and wailing, her hips pumping on his cock, her hand gripping it, holding it as she fucked herself on it, coming long, coming hard.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:21:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she came, Mike grinned, but when she gripped his cock and pulled at it, he was not too pleased at all. He responded by thrusting himself into her hard and deep, and the feeling was amazing to enter her when she was just climaxing. It felt as if a single wet velvet gloved hand was milking his shaft and he rode that feeling until it became more subdued.<br><br>He leaned over to her and his hands pressed against her breasts, rubbing them more roughly.<br><br>"Bad Tessa." he whispered to her, and he had difficulty in hiding his pleasure at this situation and to look stern, but he pulled it off, "I had expected you to show a little more restrained. Now I'm going to enjoy your body for a bit and then I'm going to punish you. For not obeying and for actually hurting me ... a little."<br><br>He pulled out of her, the head of his shaft resting within her and thrust hard and deep back into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa breathed in deeply, her pussy throbbing as she regained her senses little by little. It wasn't until he rubbed her breasts that she remembered her Master, and she went wide-eyed, a bit scared for disobeying. She started rambling, "I'm sorry"s, but stopped when he began talking. She whimpered as he said 'punish', but could say nothing as his cock drove deep into her oversensitive pussy. She cried out, her pussy spasming again in an after shock, gripping his cock as he pulled out of her before thrusting once more.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike hadn't had sex in a very long time and her hot little body beneath him, as well as the little show she had unknowingly performed for him had gotten him so aroused that, much to his own dismay when he thrust deep within her the second time, he came.<br><br>When he did, his expression changed and the amused look disappeared from his face, replaced by an almost embarrassed one and quickly he pulled out of her and turned away, picking up his bathrobe.<br><br>"I'm sorry." he whispered softly and pulled on his bathrobe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa lay on the floor, one hand laying limply over her belly, and groaned.Her sex throbbed, pulsed, as she lay there, feeling his cum leak out of her, running down her outer lips. She was panting, eyes closed and her other hand thrown across her eyes. "Mmmm....Master..." she said, in a slight singsong tone. "You came so quickly..." She grinned, not upset by this. On the contrary, she was glad, for she felt she may not have made it through more thrusting into her oversexed cunt. <br><br>She wiggled around on the floor. her arm lifting from her eyes as she heard him rise. She sat up. watching as he quickly donned a bathrobe, apologizing. She smiled gently. "Master, what is my punishment?" She asked quietly, thinking that may get him in a better mood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 01:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was fairly upset by it, but he was so incredibly aroused by her and it had been such a long time, since he did not truly enjoy using his hand to help himself. He did so when the pressure became to much.<br><br>Mike looked up when she&nbsp; asked for her punishment and this did bring a smile to his lips. He had already thought about what her punishment would be, but he needed a little time to prepare for that. When he thought about it longer he needed much more time for that.<br><br>He turned towards her with a smile and pointed at his desk where the computer stood. "Place your hands on the desk and stick out your butt." he said and grinned, settling for some real old fashioned punishment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 02:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa shivered and grinned, "Yes Master." She rose stripping all her remaining clothes off, and walked to the computer desk. She cleared some of the files back from the edge of the desk, making room for her hands. She spread her legs, tilting her hips back in a comfortable position, which also showed off her used sex. <br><br>Tessa turned her head, looking back at her Master. "I'm in position Sir," she said mockingly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 03:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're mocking me ?" he asked after having watched her undress and move tot he desk with quite some interested and renewed vigor as a small raise could already be seen in his still impressive equipment.<br><br>He let his hand come down on the soft globe of one cheek hard with considerable strength. He wasn't going to keep this playful. "One" he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 03:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa giggled, having known much worse in times past, though the slap did smart. "One Sir." She watched as his cock grew some, and pointed it out, "You were meant to be a Master, Sir, such a sadist you are..."<br><br>Her head falls, not wanting to know when each spank would fall on her bottom, moaning as each fell, her butt heating. Her hips rose, psuhing up to meet each tap it seemed, though they began to smart more and more as the spanking went on. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 03:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her and he laughed softly, then shook his head. "I'm not a sadist, your body just pleases me." he said, not entirely the truth, for he did find some pleasure in spanking her, and as he said his hand landed on the other cheek, "Two."<br><br>After five slaps against each cheek, each as forceful as the previous leaving her butt nice and red, his erection had fully recovered.<br><br>"Okay, maybe I am a little bit of a sadist, but still, I think you are a delicious morsel." he said and moved behind her, "I won't blow so soon this time, Tessa."<br><br>He wasn't gentle as he pressed his shaft against her sex and with a single smooth thrust he entered her, his pubes rubbing against her butt. As he did his hands caressed her sides softly running up to the sides of her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 04:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa counted off each spank. Reaching five was a bit hard, her voice starting to show some strain, though she still mocked him. She wagged her ass at him, tempting him to take her. She groaned as her penetrated her abused sex, glad to be filled again as her sex was warmed and flowing. She pressed against his from as he hilted inside her, grinning back at him. "Mmm...so energetic tonight." She laughed as his hands reached for her bare breasts, her back arching, pushing her breasts higher and leaving her nipples vulnerable. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled back and pulled her back against his chest his hands moving up even further covering her breasts and he pressed his fingers into the flesh a bit rough as he thrust back into her.<br><br>Mike's lips brushed against her shoulder and her neck now. "You're really a fine p ... woman." he whispered between kisses and pulled back again and thrust into her again pulling her even firmer against his chest, "I could swear you're perfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 16:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned as she was lifted, her back straight again. She groaned as he moved inside her, his hands rough on her breast, kneading and grasping them. <br><br>Tessa shuddered as his lips brush her back, her head falling back to lay on his shoulder. She moaned out a "Th-thank you..." as he thrust into her, and her hand fell unconsciously to her sex, rubbing her clit roughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was taller than her and his thrusts became more forceful each time almost lifting her of the ground. His breath was still steady and warm against her neck and shoulders, and his hands caressed her breasts, enjoying her, feeling her and it seemed almost trying to absorb her into his own body.<br><br>Mike was at the moment in the Heaven reserved for those in pure lust as he desired this woman more than he actually desired anything. He wanted to be so good for her, to her, that she'd forget all about others and just served him. Called him Master and thought of him as such.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 03:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa's hands grasped behind her, searching for anything to grip as she moaned in pleasure. She found purchase with his robe, gripping it fiercely, and pulling him closer to her body. Her hips pumped back to him, his cock almost bruising deliciously with its force. His hands stroked her breasts, ner nipples tingled as her need grew desperate. "Master...may I cum...please Sir?" Her fingers continued on her clit, rubbing and stroking herself closer to orgasm.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 12:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why ?" he said as the question was drawn out long between breaths, "You al...ready ... had ... your fun."<br><br>He wondered for himself a bit how much longer he would last and considering his two previous climaxes in a fairly short time, reckoned he could last for a while longer. The movements he made were exhausting him though, the thrusts and holding her against his chest. And he was due to his business a bit of a couch potato.<br><br>"Come, Tessa!" he whispered very softly, his warm breath caressing her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:29:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa whimpered as she heard his words, and began to beg for her orgasm. "Please Sir Oh! please...I can't take it...It's too much Please!"<br><br>She panted out, the words almost unintelligible through her uneven breathing. "Come, Tessa!" She heard the words, shivering as his breath cascaded over her ear. She paused, then moaned as her fingers picked up speed once more, throwing herself over the edge. She whimpered and moaned out loud, each sensation even more pleasurable as he thrust into her. Her body shuddered, and the muscles in her pussy squeezed over his cock. Milking him as he thrust in and out of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 19:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike continued thrusting into her hard and deep as she had her own climax, her sex milking him, squeezing his shaft like a velvet glove.<br><br>"Hands back on the desk, Tessa." he whispered in her ear as he slowed down his own movements, and moved his hands down, one ending up on her hip, the other slipping over her own fingers and teasing her clit as well, "I think of a proper way to get my joy from you."<br><br>As he said that he moved back a little bit and slipped his shaft from her sex, and rubbed it in the crack of her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa groans as her she falls back from climax, her sex throbbing as he keeps thrusting inside her. She puts her hands back to the edge of the table, and groaning as his hands fall to her oversensitive clit. "Oh please no...It's too much...ooooh..." Her hips begin rocking as she began to feel aroused once more. She moaned as his still hard cock pulled from her sex and she felt it against her ass. "Ohhh....Mmmm....Master..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike very carefully applies pressure as he is aware that he is large to say the least and coated with her own juices it should be slippery enough to do what he had in mind. Slowly the big head presses against the tight ring of muscles forcing it open and slipping past.<br><br>"Tight." he said with a groan as he felt the muscle fight against the intruder, but relentlessly he continued to apply pressure and more of him slipped in. As he did his chest pressed against her back and his arms were, in a way, wrapped around her. One hand resting on her sex, rubbing her clit with gentleness and the other rested on her hip, caressing the skin softly.<br><br>"First time for everything." he whispered to her, "Tell me if I do something wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned as he slowly slid into her ass, his fingers rubbing her clit as he did so. She moaned, feeling his body surround her own, and knew that she would die of exhaustion if his staying power was always like this. She moaned as he whispered to her, panting "Keep going...ohh! Keep going..." Needing his hands and cock to finish her off as she was aroused once more. <br>"Oh! Please Master! Fuck me fuck me....oh! yess!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to slowly thrust his shaft down her very tight passage, enjoying the feeling of the muscle against his shaft, trying to push the invader out, steadily inch after inch disappeared into her until two thirds of his length has disappeared inside of her.<br><br>Mike's fingers were caressing her clit rubbing against the small bundle of nerve endings as his teeth softly grazed the lobe of her ear. Warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered: "Mine." For something in him had changed his opinion and he wanted to keep this one for himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:54:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa shivered, goosebumps forming over her back and arms as he entered her back passage. She moaned as she took in more and more of his cock, pumping her hips as his fingers tormented her clit. <br><br>She shuddered as his teeth nipped her ear. "Yours Master...Please...Oh! Please...more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The resistance was becoming quite strong and Mike really hoped that she knew what she was doing as he thrust his hips with more strength, finally burying his entire shaft deep within her fighting bowels. His slender fingers continued to play with her and he kissed her neck.<br><br>Very slowly he began to pull back as he did really not wish to hurt her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned as he began to pull out of her, pushing her hips and following his backwards thrust with her hips. "Give me more...this is nothing compare to my former Master." Her eyes closed as she squeezed her muscles over him, trying to entice him into giving her more. "Mmmm....More Master..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This angered him a little bit as he did not like to be compared to anyone, and most definitely not by a slave. He pulled back sharply until just the head was lodged behind the ring and he then thrust hard into her, burying as much of his length in her as he could, followed by a second thrust which caused his pubic hairs to brush against her soft cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned at the force of his thrusts, her body shoved forward against the table bumping it and pressing against it as he thrust in and out of her. She cried out in pleasure as his cock moved inside her, and his fingers stroked her clit. "Mmm...oh ....good so good Master!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"She's enjoying this ?"</em> Mike thought as he felt for himself that he was a bit rough on her, but that didn't stop him. Her clenching passage wrapped so tightly around his shaft, her cries of pleasure. He closed his eyes and rode the waves of pleasure she was giving him. fucking her tight passage with much more strength than at first he felt comfortable using.<br><br>His breathing accelerated and he knew that if he did not slow down, he could not hold back much longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 00:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa laid her head down on the desk and she bent over from the waist. She gave a small gasp each time her thrust into her, hearing his labored breath as she panted as well. "Oh...cum inside me...please Master...please..." She rubbed against his hand on her clit, trying to receive more pressure on her sensitive nub. "Oh...god!..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 00:16:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned and buried himself after a half pull with a forceful thrust inside of her, gasping loudly, as he filled her bowels with his seed. His legs became wobbly from the force of his climax and he had to support his own weight on her. Catching his breath.<br><br><em>"What happened ?"</em> he thought and realized that from the moment they had started their play, she had been calling the shots and a mild grin appeared on his face, that actually caused a slight stir in his softening shaft still within her bowels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 00:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa cried out, eyes rolling in their sockets as she came, thrown over the edge by his orgasm. "Mmmm....Ah ooooh....yess!!.." Her legs shook, and she collapsed hard against the desk, leaning most of her weight on it as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh...Th-thank you....Master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 01:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike kissed her neck, pressing his lips against her skin and then he rose, slipping out of her and he smiled.<br><br>"Come along, Tessa." he said to her and led her into the bathroom, where he sat down on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the hot water. As he looked her over and smiled.<br><br>"You're quite high maintenance, aren't you ?" he said, and he smiled lazily at her, "Maybe that's why your previous master send you away."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa groaned, sleepily satisfied by her Master. She rose from her position on the table, following behind him as he walked through the house. She looked around her new surroundings, and stood still once they entered the bathroom, watching him turn to the tub and sit on the edge. <br><br>"I don't know the reason why he left me, Sir, but I do know that being with you is what he thought best for me." She looked around the bathroom as she said it then looked back to him, "Are we taking a shower now?" She looked down to her nicely used body and noted the mess that she was, cum dripping from her and dripping down her legs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 22:22:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a shower." he said as he watched the bathtub fill for a moment, resting for a bit from the exertion earlier. He looked at her and watched her well used body with a smile.<br><br>"Come here." he said and he placed his hand in the hot water of the tub for a moment and then just slid in and looked at her, "Come in, back to me."<br><br>The water was at the hottest his boiler could manage and yet he slipped in the really hot water like he had done this before and he probably did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa blinked as he climbed in, noting how tough his skin must be to sink into the scalding water. She watched the steam rise up from the water as its heat hit the cooler air. She walked to the water turning her back to him as she sat on the edge and tested the water with her hand. "Ouch, Master it's too hot." She pouted and whined a bit.<br><br>Tessa actually liked hot water in baths and showers, but knew her skin and system could not take something quite this hot. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It only takes practice, Tessa." he said and he smiled at her not going to press the issue at this moment and he reached for the cold water valve and let some cold water add to the mix as well.<br><br>"Now get in, before I make you." he said as he felt the temperature drop, his tone a bit sharper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa smiled and nodded, "Thank you Sir." She pulled one leg over the side of the tub, sighing as the temperature was perfect. She slipped down, laying her back against his chest and folding her hands over her stomach. Tessa ran her hands over hr legs, washing them a bit as they soaked in the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike relaxed and sat back, wrapping his arms around her and he held her, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her against him, her with him, and the warm cleansing waters of the bath.<br><br>His thoughts were peaceful and for the moment he felt true happiness. Her close proximity however caused a slight stirring sensation at her back from his erection that seemed to waken again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa leaned back so that her bottom and back were flat against him as his arms wrapped around her body. She giggled a little when she felt his erection against her bottom. She leaned her head back, looking up at him sweetly, "Does Master want me to wash him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike opened his eyes and he looked at her for a moment and very slowly he nodded, closing his eyes again and relaxing in the still hot water of the tub.<br><br>His smile broadened as he realized in a flash what the problem was with the program he was writing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa grinned and turned in his arms slowly, so as not to make the water rush over the side. She nuzzled his chest lightly, and ran her hands over his body, cupping her hands to lat water cascade over his chest. "Mmm..." She looked around for the soap, grabbing the bottle and squirting a bit in her hands. It smelled like him, and she rubbed it over his chest and arms before running her soapy hands over her own chest and arms, soaping their bodies nicely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her with interest, but soon his eyes slowly closed due to the relaxing influence of the bath, their previous play and now her hands rubbing over him.<br><br>Never did he suspect he was really that tired and stressed out, and Tessa felt his muscles almost melting against her hands and he exhaled loudly, his breath becoming very steady and shallow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa continued her ministrations, not moving in a sexual manner, but in a relaxing way. She nuzzled his neck lightly with her nose, her hands moving below the water to pushes light fingers against his sides and belly, massaging them softly. She watched his eyes close, and smiled. 'Must be exhausted, poor thing.' She lowered her weight, resting her knees on the bottom of the bath, then standing as his breathing began to steady out. She knew she wouldn't be able to heft him herself, so she climbed out, calling his name softly. "Master....Master wake up now. Your slave wishes to sleep with you tonight." She gently shook him, leading him to the bed as he roused, drying his body slowly before pulling back the sheets and climbing in them with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't fallen asleep, but was at a point very close to doing so. At her gentle urgings he just followed her, too relaxed, too tired to even say anything about it and the second his head touched the pillow he was gone. Sound asleep, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in his sleep very close to his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:52:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighed, climbing into the bed, curling tight into his body. Her eyes rolled before she finally shut them, drifting off quickly as she timed her breathing to his heart beat. She did not dream that night, but rested peacefully in a blank state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike always the early riser so that he could be at work before any of his co-workers, but today he woke up even earlier due to his wonderful relaxing sleep and kissed her awake by brushing his lips and morning stubble against her bare shoulder.<br><br>"What, no B and B." he said with laughter to his voice when he finally had her awake enough to get her attention, "Perhaps I need to trade you in for a different model."<br><br>He sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched himself with a loud yawn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:16:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa awoke to a scratching at her shoulder, then lips gently brushing, and sighed. She stretched for a little moaning as she woke herself up slowly. "G'morning Master..." she mumbled sleepily, her eye not yet open. "Wat'sa time?" She opened one eye, watching as his nude form lithely stretched on the bed, and her arm snaked forward to grasp his thigh. "What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, then sat up, throwing her hair out of her face before climbing out and padding naked to the kitchen to fix his order while he dressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 19:46:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her into the kitchen and he laughed at her. "I'll be having the same as always." he said to her and opened the cupboard and took out a box with porridge and then the fridge for the milk, "I didn't mean for you to get out of bed. I have to work soon. I was just hoping ...."<br><br>Mike pointed at his morning erection. "Blowjob and Breakfast." he said and he laughed, "And I make my own breakfast."<br><br>He reached into another cupboard and he took a bowl from it, poured the milk in, grabbed a spoon from the drawer and started making his porridge.<br><br>"Will you be alright with me at work ?" he asked, a bit worried about her being alone in his house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 20:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa stood in the kitchen, looking around and wondering what to make. She started when he came in, not hearing his footsteps as he walked in. She listened to him, nodding and remembering his wishes, Porridge made with milk made by Master himself, and the true meaning to B&amp;B. She giggled, and watched him move about the kitchen. <em>He never sits still does he?</em> She watched as he made his breakfast and sat on the stool stationed by the counter, she smiled and saw a perfect opportunity. <br><br>She walked over, kissing his worried lips before he could spoon some of the porridge.&nbsp; "I'll be fine while you're at work." She planned on snooping around, and finding out as much as she could about her new Master. She kissed him once more, "Eat your breakfast Master," she said and lowered her hands to stroke his cock. She bent down, running her lips and tongue down his chest and belly as she neared his hardening member. She kissed the tip of his cock, licking it lightly, then licked down the shaft and around till he became hard. She laughed, and opened her mouth taking him into her and licking&nbsp; and sucking him as she bobbed over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 20:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned broadly and almost laughed before he could so much as take the first spoonful of his breakfast in his mouth.<br><br>"Nice." Mike chuckled as he felt her lips wrap around his shaft, "Now that's a B&amp;B."<br><br>He sat back and let her tongue and mouth work their miracles on his shaft and he tried to concentrate on eating, but had some difficulty doing so. "That's the life." he muttered very softly between bites.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned around his cock, looking up and watching his face as she worked him. She laughed at his words and pulled off of him, nipping his thigh lightly before resuming her blow job. She worked her hands and the base, her mouth working the shaft and head with her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was grinning pleased throughout his breakfast and he smiled at her. "Perhaps I'll hide you under the desk at my office." he said with half a joke, "And keep your mouth occupied like that all day."<br><br>He closed his eyes and groaned, the spoon just in his mouth. He didn't really taste the porridge right now, but the enjoyment of it was clear on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned and continued licking his cock, working it in her mouth and hands. She pulled back, laughing. "Would Master like it if I came to his work, just like this, serving you while everyone comes in and out of your office?" She went back down, her unoccupied hand falling to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of her coming into his office, serving him with her mouth in front of all his co-workers was so incredibly enticing to him that his cock hardened even more inside her mouth and his hips bucked.<br><br>"Yes." he whispered hoarsely, "But only the idea. I'd have to fire myself if I'd let you do that. For all to see that is."<br><br>Mike didn't immediately dismiss the idea and his breath sped up to a much faster one as he was very close to a climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:31:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned, in pleasure and in frustration as he denied her from going to work with him, though she wasn't too disappointed. She laughed to herself as he breathing sped up, his hips pumping in her mouth faster. She took in as much of his shaft as she could, bobbing her head rapidly, and swallowed. The bacl of her throat rippled, muscles squeezing against the head of his cock. She moaned and continued to swallow him as he thrust into her mouth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished the last few bites of his breakfast and looked down at her bobbing head and he groaned, his fingers reaching into her hair and pulling her back, of his shaft as he came on her face in huge spurts.<br><br>In Mike's eyes she looked very enticing like that. One her knees her face and breasts covered in his cum. "Finish up." he said to her, "I have to go to work soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa groaned as she felt Master pulling her hair, her mouth sucking his cock as she came up, mouth open and eyes closed as he came on her face. She felt some of his seed cover her breasts as well, and opened her eyes, looking up at Master. <br><br>She smiled, and licked her lips, tasting his cum there. She lowered her head at his command, and cleaned his cock with her mouth. She licked the cum from him, then sat back looking down at herself. "It seems I need a shower again." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at her with a smile when she was finished and he nodded. "Well I am going to get dressed. You can have the shower and afterward eat whatever you can find in the fridge. I'll be back later today." he said to her and he smiled after a moment, "I might give you a call, but I might also forget."<br><br>He rose from his seat and looked at her. "Don't be angry if I forget. I sometimes get so engrossed in other things that I forget things." he said to her softly and she saw some pain in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sat back on her heels, and listened to him as he told her about the day. She grabbed his hand, and put it to her cheek, "Don't worry." She stood and kissed him. Unable, as yet, to recognize the hurt in his eyes. She stroked his cheek with her hand, and turned walking upstairs with him. She walked to the shower, turning the water on and walking back to the bedroom where he was dressing. "Are there any clothes that I may wear?" <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clothes ?" he repeated her question a bit dumbfounded and stared at her for a moment, realizing he had not thought about that at all, but then soon a grin appeared on his face, "Why would you need clothes ? Do you plan on going anywhere ?"<br><br>Mike smiled at her as his eyes twinkled.<br><br>"I'll give you a call during my breaks." he said to her and began to dress himself, "And ... when I get home I expect you to be ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:25:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighed as he questioned her need for clothes. "I don't plan on going anywhere, but what if someone comes to the door, or when the mail is delivered?" She walked into the bathroom and rummaged for towels. <br><br>She heard him, and stopped, a bit curious, "Ready for what Sir?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If for some reason someone comes." he said and he doubted it seriously, but decided to play further on that, "Then you will just open the door, treat them politely and ask them what they want. You don't need clothes for that. I'm not ashamed of having a human pet in my house."<br><br>He finished putting on most of suit and opened the cupboard in his bedroom and tossed her a towel.<br><br>"Well I'm going now." he said and smiled, "Don't break apart the entire house because you're bored."<br><br>With the smile on his lips he walked towards the door and left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa was a bit apprehensive, and hoped that no one would come to the door. She caught the towel, tucking it under her arm and moving to him to kiss him goodbye. She touched her lips to his lightly, watching him walk out. She turned, heading to her now hot shower, laying the towel on the sink and stepping in under the luscious spray. She soaped her body with his smell, rubbing at the cum dried on her skin, noting that she would need clothes to go shopping with him for female things. Soap, hair products, simple things.<br><br>She rinsed her body, beginning to soap her hair as she thought over what she would do today. Tessa knew she wanted to explore a bit, and thought that he would not notice if she wore one of his shirts about the house. She saw no use in going naked if he was not there to view her body. She rinsed her hair, stepping from the shower after shutting off the water. She went to the towel, drying her body off, and wrapping her head in the towel. She walked into the bedroom, grabbing a white dress shirt from his closet, and wrapping it about her naked, damp body.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had a quick ride with the metro this day and his employees looked up when their boss walked in with a very cheerful smile on his face. It had been a very long time since they had seen him that happy.<br><br>He moved over to his workspace and started the program they were working on. Three lines of code was all that was required to fix the problem that had been bugging them. And now the software was properly slaved to the master database.<br><br>Mike couldn't help but grin at his screen and listen to the mumbling of his co-workers who were just as surprised to see such an easy solution.<br><br><em>"Thank you Tessa."</em> he thought quietly as he sat back for a moment to bask in this little victory of genius, before he went to work again, for they weren't finished, they just solved a problem. He picked up the phone and held a conference with his client. The program was back on track.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa looked about the bedroom as she brushed her hair out, It was a spacious room, a bed and nightstands on each side, a dresser and full closet in it as well. She looked at the white walls, reached out to touch the texturing lightly with her fingertips. She padded across the lighter carpet, sitting on the navy bed spread, legs crossed Indian style with the shirt pulling against her legs. She laid back, her eyes closing a bit as she took a light cat nap, her legs uncrossing to tuck up against her chest. <em>'Ah, I wanted to start exploring now,</em> She yawned, <em>but I'm so sleepy.'</em> She curled up, her nap broken by the shrill of a telephone a few hours later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:31:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Mike had finished his conference he walked to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. No self-respecting programmer could do without the nectar of the gods and he drank from his cup as he stretched his legs for a bit. Listened to problems of others in their very open office and then sat back at his desk.<br><br>Picking up the phone he called his own number and he let the phone ring. His face darkened when the phone rang for the seventh time and he heard his own answering machine spring on. For a moment he listened to the message and then he hung up. He hated those damn machines.<br><br>He redialed the number and he waited. <em>"Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven."</em> he thought and then whispered, "Pick up that phone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned through the dream she was having. She stood on a balcony with Mike and her other Master. Her old Master was handing her over to Mike and a woman, and she was being ushered into a hotel room, her gaze dropping on the many toys contained there as she heard a shrill noise. <br><br>She moaned, pulling a pillow over her head to block the noise as she opened her bleary eyes. She sighed, as it stopped, then moaned once more as it began again. She was counting about the tenth ring before realizing who it was on the other end. She made a scared noise, jumping from the bed to grab the phone receiver. <br><br>"H-hullo?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Finally!" Mike said through the phone, his displeasure and his annoyance running free in his voice, "What was the holdup ?"<br><br>As he almost yelled at her through the phone a smile crossed his lips as this would be a really good opportunity for some other thing she liked later today.<br><br>"Well ?" he asked and his tone hardened again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa whimpered as his voice yelled at her through the hand piece. She pulled it back trying to explain, her sleepy laden voice giving her away, "Um..well, you see I took a shower...and I was going to dry my hair...but I was sleepy, Sir. So I took a cat nap, and didn't...hear the phone." She squirmed as his voice shot right through her, her sex dampening despite herself.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry, Master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right." he said his tone curt. He felt like an asshole for a bit for yelling at her, but fortunately she could only hear his voice and not see his expression, "I'll be home in the late afternoon. And we'll have a ... talk."<br><br>The threat was real and Mike's brain already ran through a thousand things to do with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa shivered, feeling her sex fill with arousal, her lips dampening with her juices. She whimpered into the phone, his voice turning her on as it frightened her.<br><br>"Y-yes Sir. I-I really am sorry Master." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, just think about why I am upset." he said, his tone kept purposely bland as he was hiding a smile, "I think I'll be back at around seven. Oh .. Chinese or Italian ?"<br><br>He was about to hang up when he realized that they would need to eat as well and he had no clue what she liked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:18:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hear her voice flowing from her lips, "I will truly think on what I have done master. " Tessa blinked, confused. "A-are we eating out, Sir?" She wondered at this as he had said that she was not going to need clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eating out ?" he asked very confused, "No, I was bringing home some takeout. I usually do because I have just too little time to stand in the kitchen all day. So, what will it be ? Chinese or Italian ?"<br><br>He shook his head and waited for the answer, but he smiled a little. He hasn't cooked for anyone ever since his girlfriend left him and didn't feel the need to cook for himself. In his head he started to make a list of what he would need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighed, her worries, and anticipation, dissipating a bit, "Italian, please."<br><br>She twirled the cord about her finger, one hand brushing errant strands of her hair from her face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Italian it is then." he said with a smile. "I'll be home at seven. That gives me some time to think what I'm going to do with you."<br><br>For a moment he stayed quiet and then he just hung up and he grinned rising from his desk and walking to his replacement. "I'm going out early today." he said causing a surprised look on his colleague's face, "Don't keep them working too long."<br><br>He walked out of the building and he grinned broadly. A man with a plan and he was enjoying himself quite a bit, taking a nice walk through the city.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:27:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa said a goodbye and hung up the phone. She tuned, and pulled the shirt off her back, not wanting to upset him with it. She walked to the closet, and hung it up, noticing a strange box behind the shoes neatly lined along the floor. <br><br>She bent down, crawling deeper into the closet and pulling the slightly heavy box out, curious. She hefted it, pulling it to the center of the room, and sat with it, her naked form splayed as she lifted the lid, gasping at what she saw. It was porn magazines, many with dark, delicious themes. She sat back against the bed, her knees drawn up, legs wide as she looked through the delicious pictures, her sex growing ever more aroused and juices flowing freely down her unadorned thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike managed to get his key in the lock of his apartment, his hands almost overloaded with the paper bags from the grocery stores and some white plastic bags in the other and he bumped open the door with his behind.<br><br>"I'm home." he yelled and waited just a bit in the hallway, looking a bit disappointed that she wasn't waiting for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa's hand dropped to her sex, rubbing her clit as she viewed the pictures lustily. She did not hear her Master as he opened the door, but kept on unaware of his presence. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked into his apartment in further quiet and looked around. Putting his groceries in the kitchen and the white plastic bags right next to them. Mike wasn't so much sneaking as curious as he stared into his bedroom.<br><br>His eyes grew big when he spotted her reading in his stash of dirty magazines and her hand between her legs playing with herself. He smiled for just a moment and then hid it immediately and forced a stern look on his face.<br><br>"Tessa!" he hissed, barely raising his voice, but with quite some force.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa closed her eyes, and was nearing a very good orgasm when she heard his voice. She grunted and fell back against the pillows, eyes wide. <br><br>"M-m-Master! You're home....um...wait, I'm Sorry, Sir, truly I am." She crawled up, sitting on her knees, still unable to quell her hips' motions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you will be sorry." he said and he did not have to put much effort into his tone to sound threatening and dark, "I'm disappointed in you. I told you that I wanted you ready when I came home. And while being in a state of arousal is nice, pleasuring yourself is not."<br><br>Mike was disappointed, not because she was doing this, but because she was doing this without him.<br><br>"Well. First you change the sheets." he said, his tone sharp, "Put the books back where you found them, and when you're finished you will move into the living room and pleasure yourself with your fingers. You may come. But you can't stop until I tell you to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sat wide eyed, then climbed down fast, pulling the soiled sheets from the bed and replacing them, groaning as her thighs rubbed against her engorged clit as she walked. She packed the books back as she finished, and put the back in the closet, crawling in, whimpering as the cold air hit her exposed sex. She crawled back out as she finished her task and walked into living room, head lowered.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her perform the tasks with an calm expression, his eyes following her movements and then he followed her into the living room.<br><br>"Well, what are you waiting for ?" he said, his tone sharp, "You like to play with yourself. Well, go ... I'll be here watching. Cooking .... <strong>my</strong> dinner."<br><br>He put away the plastic bags on the dining table and then went into the kitchen taking out the fresh ingredients for the pasta he intended to cook. Fresh basil, garlic, onions, tomatoes, and minced meat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighs, sitting down against the back of a couch, sitting in plain view of her Master. She lowered her hands rubbing her clit with two fingers as her other hand inserted a finger, then two into her pussy, thrusting slowly in and out. She moaned, her finger unconsciously picking up speed against her sensitive sex. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't tell you to make yourself comfortable!" Mike yelled at her and his eyes were strict at her, "On your feet and stand there where I can see you." His hand extended to a point in the middle of the room.<br><br>He took some small paperwrapped packages from his grocery bag and put those to the side. Reaching in a drawer he took a cutting board and he began to clean the onions with smooth clear motions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:22:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa stood quickly, yelping as she hurried to stand in the middle of the room, "Y-Yes Sir." She stood, her legs shaking a bit. Her hands circled her clit, the other, wet with her juices rubbed her erect nipple. <br><br>"Oooh...L-like this Master?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes." he said without looking up from his work, not even so much as glancing at her, even though it costs him a lot of effort, his knife slicing effortlessly through the onion and cutting it into tiny pieces.<br><br>He picked a pot hanging above the stove and put it on the stove, opening the bottle with olive oil and pouring a nice sprinkling of it in the pot as it started to heat.<br><br>With a clear swipe he pushed the cut onions into the pot and then began to peal the garlic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:34:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned, biting her lip as her fingers swirled around her sensitive nub, pushing her perilously close to orgasm. "Oh!...Mmm....please...yess....I'm cumming" She screamed it softly, her voice low yet passionate. Her orgasm swamped her, her legs almost giving out on her as her hips bucked, then slowed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:40:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked up at her, and managed to expertly suppress the smile on his face and look uninterested.<br><br>"Keep going." was all he said as he moved the onions in the pot with the spatula, then got out a garlic press and squeezed out the bit in the mix, causing delicious fumes to pass through the living room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned, her fingers still circling her oversensitive clit, drawing the beginning of a new orgasm from her quickly. She whimpered, reaching out to hold herself up on a chair near her. "Please, let me stop...Mmmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her from his task in the kitchen and he shook his head.<br><br>"I said stand." he hissed softly, "Not sitting, or hanging half of the chair. And no. Keep going." he tone was quite sharp and he put in the minced meet, pure beef and of a better quality than normally used. He stirred the ingredients and pulled out the tomatoes, carefully cutting them into small parts.<br><br>As he finishes with one he tosses it in the big pan and stirs. Repeating after each tomato until the pan is filled to the brink with tomatoes. He then turned the fire low and leaned against the island looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped, whimpering as she unlatched her hand from the chair. She almost stumbled, but caught her balance after a second. She never quelled her hand, though she wished she could. Her system, so sensitive from her first, was being overwhelmed.<br><br>She whimpered as she came once more, moaning, begging him to let her stop. "Please.....oh god....Please master....Stop...let me...stop please!"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at the scene and was glad that the kitchen island hid his arousal from her view. His anger had already faded a bit ago and right now he was just enjoying that little bit of torment.<br><br>He shook his head slightly and did manage to keep his face in check and turned around to fill a slender high pan with water and put that on the stove as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:40:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa whimpered, but didn't dare slow her hands. She slid from one orgasm to the next, peaking many times as she panted, almost not breathing from the sensual overload. She panted as much as she could, gasping for breath as the pleasure washed over her nonstop. <br><br>"It's too much...please....stop this....please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 21:05:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike nodded at her. "You can stop now." he said simply, "Take a shower and then return. And I do hope you learned a lesson."<br><br>He focused his attention back on the pasta he was cooking and very carefully stirred the chopped up tomatoes and put a little salt in the pot with water for the pasta.<br><br>"When you're done, dinner is ready." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sighed, pulling her arm away as if it burned. She leaned heavily against the chair listening to him. "Y-yes Sir, I-i have definitely learned my lesson." She turned, walking on shaking legs to the bathroom, and turning the water as hot as it would go. She stepped in, letting the water sluice over her oversensitive body, though it did nothing to relieve her, but only aroused her further. Her empty sex needed him, and her nipples throbbed in time with her clit. <br><br>She stopped the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it about her as she walked downstairs to her Master.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:31:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had fininished setting the table. Two large flat plates, two big wine glasses, a bottle of wine open on the table, a small bowl filled with very fine grated cheese. A fork, a spoon and a desert spoon at the top.<br><br>Mike was back behind the stove turned towards the sink and steam was running up past him as he poured the water from the pasta.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:47:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa stood at the door way, watching him as he worked. <em>Such a handsome man,</em> she thought. She started as she remembered and padded back to drop her towel in the laundry room, then walking back to look at him once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was holding two plates filled with the spaghetti and sauce, the plates on the table only for show and he smiled at her surprised.<br><br>"Right on time, Tessa." he whispered at her, "Dinner is done. Italian as you ordered."<br><br>Quickly he placed the plates on the table and then he pulled back a chair. "Have a seat, Miss." he said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 23:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa sniffed the air, her belly growling loudly. She blushed and walked briskly to the table to sit, hands in her lap as she scooted closer to the table. She felt strange, eating naked at a dinner table, but said nothing. She only sat still, waiting for him to begin eating so that she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 01:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike filled their glasses about half with wine, emptying half of the bottle in the process and then he picked up the bowl with the parmezan. "Do you want some ?" he asked as he put some on his own pasta.<br><br>He slid the bowl with cheese towards her and looked at her expecting. "What do you think ?" he said and smiled, "Eat up before it gets cold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 02:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa put a hand on her belly, nodding when he asked if she wanted the cheese. She put some on her pasta, and twirled her fork. She blink when he said to eat it before it was cold, and stuck the fork in her mouth quickly. She sighed as she tasted the delicious meal, and quickly ate the rest. She couldn't get enough of it, and ate it as fast as she could. Almost emitting a moan at the taste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 03:09:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike watched her eat with enjoyment as he slowly ate his own pasta, twirling it on the fork nicely with the assistance of his fork, and then sipped his wine slowly.<br><br>He was pleased that she at least seemed to appreciate his cooking and he really enjoyed just watching her. Eventually he finished as well and sipped from his glass, still watching her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa savored the last bite, taking a long, heady sip of her wine. She could feel it go to her head, knowing she had no alcohol tolerance. She looked at him as she sipped, and grinned drunkenly at him, the wine going quickly to her head. "Thank you for the meal Sir..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, Tessa." he said softly as he smiled at her, "Thank you. I haven't cooked for anyone in a very long time."<br><br>He took another sip from the wine and he was studying her carefully. After a moment's silence and another sip he asked: "I'm not one to complain, but don't you have any idea why you're here ? At my door ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa blinked, surprised at his words. She took another sip of the wine, feeling the rush that tells a person they are a bit hammered. "I...well...I don't know 'xactly. I just know...that Master woke me up...an' then he dressed me up an' said to trus' him...an' erything'd be okay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached out and took her hand holding the glass with both of his own and carefully opened her fingers and took the glass from her. "I think that you have had enough to drink, Tessa." he said softly, his tone a little bit disappointed. "Go rest a little while. When you're done, you can do the dishes."<br><br>He rose from the table and left her sitting moving to his desk and started up his computer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:06:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa pouted as she took her drink, holding her hand back out for it, but sighing when he didn't give it back. She shook her head at him when he told her to go to bed, but he did not see it. She sat, watching as he went to his desk, then grinned as she had an idea. <br><br>She rose, stumbling a little, her breasts jiggling as she literally bounced over to his side. She kneels down, leaning over his legs to nuzzle his lap gently. She looks up at him, grinning, "Hullo Master. Wow...you're so pretty." She giggled, her hands raising to run up and down his pants leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:39:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at her and quickly hid his smile.<br><br>"What ... ? he asked as saw her kneel besides him and then he had no reason anymore to hide his smile as it faded at the same time his cock stirred at her stroking his leg.<br><br>"I gave you an order, Tessa." he said, his voice much darker now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 02:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa nodded, eyes fixated on his growing member. She reached up, hands pulling it from the restriction of his pants and stroking it teasingly, "I know you did, but I'm not sleepy." She grinned, and leaned up to put her mouth over him, drawing his cock slowly into her mouth, sucking and licking his quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 23:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't...." he said firmly and with some care he pushed her away, "I said no."<br><br>He rose from his seat and he looked at her, shaking his head. "Next time you get ginger ale, Tessa." he said and carefully leaned over and picked her up in his arms, then walked with her to the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed.<br><br>"Sleep soft, Tessa." he whispered, leaning forwards and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead, brushing her hair a bit to the side and he returned to the living room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 23:11:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa heard his words through the drunken stupor, and plopped back on her butt heavily as he pushed her back. "Oof!" She looked up at him with a stupid grin, and raised her arms, making grabby hands. "Nut I like...Ohhhhhhh," she watched the room spin as he picked her up. She leaned against his neck, yawning, "I like wine. My Master always said I was a silly drunk slave." She laughed idly.<br><br>She watched his house fly by as she was carried, her eyes getting heavy, and drooping. She relaxed as she hit the bed, curling up happily, smiling as he kissed her, her eyes closing as she fell into a deep sleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was much later in the evening when Mike returned to bed and he undressed, looking at Tessa with a gentle smile around the corners of his mouth, before crawling into bed next to her without waking her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa blinked her bleary eyes open, looking around the blackened room a little dazed. The first thing she thought was that her mouth was terribly dry, so she climbed lithely from the bed, padding out of the room soundlessly to the kitchen, flipping only a small light as she went. As she walked in, she looked around for a coffee mug in the cabinets, taking it and a teabag down. Tessa crouched down, searching idly in the lower cabinets before finding the teapot she needed. She pulled it out, taking it to the sink to rinse out and fill half way with water. <br><br>Tessa watched the stars move outside a window as her water boiled, her head a bit fuzzy on what had happened the previous night. An alcohol tolerance she did not have, but it didn't give her hangovers, just a memory blank. She jumped slightly when the pot whistled, pulling it with a smile from the burner and pouring it over her bag in the mug. She grinned, warming her cold hands on the mug as she took tiny sips of it. Her mouth warmed deliciously as did her hands as she walked back, her eyes alighting on the still sleeping Master in the bed. She grinned as an idea came upon her.<br><br>Tessa set her cup down on Mike's nightstand, sitting slightly on the edge of the bed beside him after pulling the covers from his body. She laughed, covering her mouth so as not to wake him as she set her heated hands over his slightly tented black briefs. She pulled the briefs from his hips as she grabbed her tea, taking a quick sip of it, then lowering her hot mouth over his hardening cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike stirred slightly as she pulled the covers from his naked body, and another time when she slowly pulled his briefs down. But he kept sleeping softly.<br><br>When she wrapped her hot mouth around his hardening shaft, he stirred as it stirred and said: "hmmnnn ... no like that." and his hand reached out to her head, his fingers curled into her hair and he pushed her head further onto his still hardening shaft, and then it relaxed again and he pulled it back to scratch his chest slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa licked around his shaft, coming up once to take another sip, then leaning in as he grabbed her hair. She blinked as he stirred, and opened her mouth as he forced her lower, her skilled mouth taking his hard cock in, licking the shaft with her hot, moist mouth. She held the mug with one hand, the other coming up to cup his balls, squeezing them gently in her fevered hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 03:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned softly in his sleep and his hand brushed against her cheek, pressing against it as his shaft hardened in her mouth, and then he rolled onto his side, to get rid of the weird feeling and softly mumbled.<br><br>Mike was the type of guy who, once asleep would sleep like he was unconscious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Giftwrapped (Dingo &amp; Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:08:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa pouted as he rolled away from her, mad and not understanding why he would ignore her. She squirmed, and thought about her options. She rose, going to her side of the&nbsp; bed and crawling under the covers, her fingers going to massage her clit roughly. She inserted two fingers into her sex, thrusting them quickly as she stroked herself, coming quite soon. She sighed, felling sleepy once again, and puzzling as to what had happened the day before as she drifted off once more.<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=32550.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=32550.0)
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