We rode many long hours before we came to a cave hidden within a great wall, where he led his palomino on foot. For the night he built a fire to warm...the cave. He gently wrapped a very soft blanket around my shoulders. My eyes followed him as he prepared our bed for the night. We ate, then to my surprise he spoke to me in English. He said he loved me from the first time he saw me in the water!I listen intently as he shared, as I wondered how "my savage lover" knew our language. He. My eyes popped open and I leaned up a bit to look down my body. I was slightly surprised to see my wife laying between my legs, gently sucking my cock. She looked up at me and grinned around my cock as she flicked her tongue around the head.“Good morning,” I said to her as she continued to lick the head of my cock. A spasm rocked my body as she slurped on the head one last time.“Good morning,” she replied with a grin before she returned to sucking.“Did we have something to do today,” I. Her huge knockers shook up and down like gelatin. She acted like she was getting fucked by a super sized cock that never lost its hard on. The only question now was which would get too sore or sensitive first – her clit or the inside of her cunt. After several more minutes, her screaming sounded strained, as if she was becoming hoarse, and her knees looked like they were about to give out. With the mirrors and walls now covered with steam and Ash sweating profusely, she said in an exhausted. A very quiet morning was then spent with the Sunday papers ,Gill departing for home.As the morning went by he and Val both remarked how well they thought I’d performed andwondered if in future I’d be agreeable to taking things a stage or two further ; explaining thatwhilst floggings would be the prime component of the sessions , torture would also play amajor part of things and that in many sessions I would be on display so to speak ; available tobe used ; abused by others ; more often than.