“I can remember a few times in my past when that kind of skill would have been very useful.”There was a pause before Frode continued. “If that s...ill of yours really works, maybe you should take a nap now. I’m quite sure that during these first hours we’re safe. Any real thug would not try anything until sometime after midnight... - or at least, I wouldn’t.”This was the real decision time for me. I wondered if going to sleep here would make it easier for Frode to hurt me if he wanted to. Then. Then he took his finger out of my pussy and kept rotating the tip of his finger in my swollen ass, teasing me, taunting me, telling me he was gonna pump my ass again. I started to whimper cause I was starting to get turned on. He said "tell me where you want it." The burning and stinging caused from his finger tip rotating in my ass hole was intense, so I wanted him to stop teasing me and just slip his cock into my swollen ass again, pushing it gently , deep inside of me, so finally I said. “Not only were you playing with my cock without permission, but you spilled your fluids on my couch! You’re going to pay for this. You’re going to clean those cushions. Once you’re done, clean yourself up, put on the attire I lay out and report to my chamber ready to face your punishment.When I step out of the shower, I discovered the attire selected for me: a tiny, spandex bikini bottom and I note that read: “Mistress does not want to see any bikini lines. Shave it all off!” After I shave, I. I couldn’t resist photographing her happiness!The long reach of the Nikkor was incredible, drawing her visage right to me. I basked in the voyeuristic pleasure of watching her work the stream, every little detail of her face fixed with deep concentration, occasionally painted with frustration when the cast went awry or the fly snagged something other than a mykizha.I followed as she moved up the creek, periodically capturing an unhurried frame. It was an hour later when she finally retired to.