She could sense this too; she knew he had a need to pleasure her. And this whole situation - Mark tied to the bed with red and stinging asscheeks that...she had made that way, his face cheeks reddened from her dominating and humiliating slaps, his new position as her bitch, her new position as Mistress - this whole situation heightened the pleasure for her. She was loving his work. She was commanding him to keep it up, and he was responding to her commands, and she was moaning and writhing louder. “That feels so good,” she said as she closed her eyes. I asked her where the pain was. April said it was her bum and bottom of her spine. I gently needed the small of her back. By the sounds she was making, I was sure I had hit the spot.I moved to the top of the table by her head and started to massage her neck and shoulders. April whimpered contently as I drew my hands up and down her back. I slipped my oily fingers down her sides until my fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. April. ", he said tapping the door 3 times. He walked back to the campgrounds via the woods. At Ben and Frieda's he knocked on the door. Frieda opened the door. Chris stood there with a huge grin on his face jingling the keys at her. Ben walked up behind his wife. "Congratulations Chris. Come on in, son.", Frieda said. "We missed you at dinner.", said Ben. "Oh... I lost track of time...", said Christopher giddy. "Did you have anything to eat?", asked Frieda. "hmmm... no... I am actually very hungry. Mark instantly felt his blood run cold. Had he made a mistake? Was hislife over? That after everything he had done to keep his secret. No, itcouldn't be. He fell to his knees and looked up at one of the camera'sbefore starting to beg."Please, don't expose me. I have done everything you asked and moreplease don't ruin my life. I beg you. Whatever you think I did wrongjust please let me make it up. I swear it was an accident," he criedout. He was clueless about his misstep, but he had become so.