They beat their slaves for whatever reason they can come up with - if they had a bad day, if their coffee wasn't just right, or if they just feel like...getting out some aggression, they can and do take it out on their slaves. I am pretty mild and generous by comparison," I told her."Yes, Master, but how do I earn the privilege of cumming?" she asked."Well, doing as I have told you already is a good start. Dressing nice and taking pains to look attractive for me, following orders and commands. You are unstrapped and the tables roll back into the center of the room. You both climb down. You look at Cindy's tat as she checks out yours. She is inked from the top of her slit to just below her navel. It is a picture of a woman on a gyno-table, another woman to her side, cruelly yanking her nipple ring as her other hand is buried past the wrist in her cunt. The artistry and detail are amazing, and you can clearly see that you are the fister and Cindy the fistee. You both move over to the. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty clear that my low riding shorts were bulging a bit. As I leaned back, I unbuttoned my shorts. Just after that, I heard conversation and a moment later a 20-something man and woman on trail bikes came by within 10 yards of us. They looked right at us and had to know we were up to something...all the clues were there. But, I watched them ride off and I really didn't care if they hid to watch or not. I doubt they did since they were a. The sensations rippled through my softening length within her and her cunt shrunk down viciously holding me in a vice-like grip. She shivered beneath me as a mini-orgasm rippled through her only dropping the toy once she was fully satisfied. “Mmmm… that’ll do… for now” she stated before leaning forward trying, at first vainly, to separate us. My cock eventually slipped from her soaking quim with an audible ‘pop’. I lay down beside her as she shifted to one side and then draped herself across my.