Linda looked at her, and got up and moved her blanket around in front of Susan. She lay down on her front. I saw her looking at Susan."Susan, open you... legs for me a bit," I heard her say softly.Susan peered at her through the late afternoon sun, and smiled, and let her legs spread out on the blanket."Like that?" she asked.Linda replied, "Yes, nice."As she lay there staring at Susan's cunt, Linda slid a hand under herself, and down to her front. I could see what she was doing, but we were far. One wasfollowed by another, and another. The two womanly attired friends madetheir way to Lysa's bedroom where she told Mark to just wait a momentfor her on the bed.When Lysa stepped into the bathroom, Mark wasn't sure whether he shouldundress, remove his wig, or just stay as he was. He reached behindhimself to unfasten the dress, but soon found he couldn't. So hedecided to remain all dolled up and try to patiently wait for Lysa tosee what to do next.Returning to the bedroom, this time in. Apart from Stewart, all of them have been long time friends of N and I. I loved watching as some of the subs fell into their roles, kneeling or serving their dominants openly.When Syd arrived he found me in the kitchen preparing a cooler with beer and white wine. I was bent over, stacking the bottles around the ice, when I felt him behind me.?Not a bad view,? he said.I jumped up and spun around to face him. I knew I was blushing??Hey, Syd,? I said, smiling at him.To reiterate, Syd is a big guy.. The task Jerome was given terrified him.Jerome's orders had come in the form of ten men. His assignment was to guide and escort a five-man team. The other five men would escort his family to safety. The men that drove away with his family didn't fill Jerome with confidence, but he wasn't given a choice.He was to be their pathfinder, responsible for their safety ... and their success. Jerome was a sniper. He was a soldier. He would fight for what he believed, but these men planned mass murder on.