She arrived late at the Glass Mountain lodge and was greeted by a to die for French man named Pierre who insisted on carrying her bags up numerous fli...hts of stairs to her cabin. Yasmin was exhausted from the long week at work and poured herself a glass of red wine. Pierre had set her bags down in the bedroom alongside a huge king bed laden with a colourful array of pillows and satin sheets. Yasmin tugged on her hair band and let her curls fall around her shoulders and down her back, she was. It was after about the third time she slowed down considerably, and he knew Maryann was waning. ?My slave? he said, but she never replied. ?Shake your head if you can hear me.? She did as he asked, and he responded, ?One more time.? Weekly she said through the helmet ?I don't know if I can Master.? ?I didn't ask if you could, I said do.? The response was instantaneous as she began wiggling her hips, and again after a short while Maryann came one more time, but he knew she was lying. . More

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