“l hope you boys don’t mind me tagging alone today I felt like a ride this morning,” my mother said smiling at us.I couldn’t tell her no you c...n’t as we wouldn’t be able to have sex. So I told her it was fine. Mom put her helmet over her long blonde hair. She kick-started her bike. Her tits bounced as she did. Mom revved up her bike then told us to catch her if we could.“If you catch and touch me I will give you a surprise, I call it moto tag ” mom said before racing off.Now my mother could. “You want it in the ass, do you? You want to take it in the butt, I see. Well, have it your way!” I warned Karen as I slipped out of her cunt and eased into her backdoor with Ashley’s assistance.“Yes ... up ... my ... ass!” Karen made it plain that she craved more of my dick in her bottom.If Karen’s twat was silky fine, her asshole was something else entirely, gripping my prick with its heat, friction, and tightness. Far from whining or griping about the pain of a big dick up her cornhole,. Jana screamed, “Oh fuck yes!” at the top of her voice.I pumped her arse with my cock while using my fist to pull her back against my balls. My entire length was now in her arse and I wanted her to know what a fine arse fucker I was.“Fuck me harder.” She called back to me.I thrust as deep as I could and rammed as much of my arm up her cunt as she could take. In moments I could feel her orgasm, the walls of her pussy squeezed my arm and her arse shuddered with my cock deep in it. I too could not. The stakes in the grassy area is known as the private area. Here the slaves can be staked out spread-eagle for sunning and must be left alone since they are completely vulnerable. Detailed slaves will rub their bodies with suntan oil and water them so that none of the slaves become dehydrated. The Master can be free to swim or go to a theme bar or their apartment and watch. Now I believe that it is a good time to return to the locker room, where we last saw our hanging slaves and see what.