<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Leave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/leave/</link><description>Recent content in Leave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/leave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Call Me Mistress</title><link>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/12/call-me-mistress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="callmemistress3.html"&gt;chapter three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-4-a-day-in-the-country"&gt;Chapter 4: A Day in the Country&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After being purely a sex object for Krissy and her three girlfriends, I had all the sex I wanted for a few days. When all the girls left my house in the wee hours of the morning, I untied Richard and he and I slept into most of the next day. It wasn’t until the following weekend that I suggested we take a drive out into the country. I had put a shovel and some bondage toys in the trunk of my car in preparation for my plan.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>