"Sarah, there really isn't any reason for us to fight. We came here thinking you were a slave, and we were only trying to find out where you were. We ...idn't know you were Mistress Sarah. We don't mean you any harm." Then why didn't you just drop the act and tell me who you were before I had to make you?" she said angrily, making the mistake of glancing at me.I connected the empathic connection as an unrestricted two way, and then repeated my claim."I still don't believe you. You could be. Her heart was shattering, word by word. She stared at him with all the hate she felt for herself, “Probably came from dating you.”He slammed the door shut so hard it echoed against the frame of the car. “Fuckin, you can walk bitch.”“Probably safer,” she snarked at him.“Fuck you. Okay, just ... fuck you. Fucking crazy assed...” He kept muttering as he got in the car and slammed the door.A crowd had gathered to watch the epic break-up. At least one person was recording it and she just knew that. "I'd hate to be fighting for space with a family of raccoons."Robin stood up and lowered her towel around her waist. "I'm glad Sheri broke the ice. It's damned hot near the fire." She then took her turn on the bottle. When she'd finished she put the bottle on the table, rather than get up.I tried not to stare too much, but how could I not at least look? Robin's tits were perfect. She was so small, the full melons on her chest seemed to defy gravity, and her pointy nipples shouted out that she. "Oh God, yes, do," Joyce could barely conceal her anticipation. She was almost salivating with lust and her pussy was so hot with a craving for the large rubber she had to touch it in a vain attempt to stop it itching with horniness.The teen began to put it on, before looking at her Mom and smiling, "Did I wish you a Happy Anniversary?"She had that morning, but Joyce wasn't interested in her daughter's best wishes, but her daughter's large strap-on. The blonde gave a moan and rolled onto her.