I smiled to him, for my lover had also become my rescuer. “Lawrence… thank you….” And I laid my lips to his, to kiss him again, a passionate...French-kiss. By this time I didn’t care who saw what. My inhibitions were trashed, and my body, having been used by so many, was a mess. My dress was a mess, and semen was trailed down my thigh, and smeared. My landing strip was matted and my body was covered in a mix of sweat, spit, and body-odor. Some small debris was stuck in my hair, along with. A fuck toy for the whim of the man who controlled me. Peter really enjoyed the power. He would make me wear womens clothing under my own at all times and I was more than willing to oblige. As we started getting used to each other's bodies we started getting more adventurous with our sexuel experimentation. With both of us still living at home we couldn't count on waiting for our families to be out of the house for us to release our pent up sexual desires, so we started taking things to public. He looked up, realizing suddenly that this was not a good place to stop, and saw the snow above him start to shift. To the right was a cave, and he grabbed her and ran for it (such as you can run, on skis). He could not easily tell how much snow was piled in front of the cave afterward, but it was over their heads and the volume was at least that of the inside of the cave. The rock was not going to cave in while the snow might well if they tried to dig out, so the thing to do was to wait. I couldn’t see where she went nor what she was doing.“Kneel, hands by your ankles.”I kneeled as quickly as I dared, hissing through my gag as my red ass met my thighs, but my hands were by an ankles. A mere second later I felt more cuffs wrapped around my ankles fastening them to my arms.“There all the better to play with you.” I frowned, or rather I tried to round my gag. How could she play with me like this? The answer was a slap across my breasts, followed by the sting of a cane. I tried to.