Today she was spending more time gazing 'moon-eyed' at Donny than anything else.Donny was cool with the kids. He acted like a corner worker and was co...stantly picking up kids' bikes and helping them get the mud from their helmet visors. Donny ended up as muddy as the kids.After two hours of throwing mud on each other, and all of them falling multiple times, we called them in. Dennis had them wash their bikes and oil everything up. He spent extra time with the new Italian kids, helping them. She sighed as she bent down to pick the bag up. As she leaned forward her miniskirt crawled up her ass, exposing everything that was underneath that blue piece of fabric.I stared longingly at those panties. Those light blue panties with the pink flowered pattern. My cock immediately got hard again. Goddamn, those panties were sexy! After a few seconds passed, the brunette finally grabbed the bag, stood up, took the receipt from the sales associate, and headed back to her own vehicle.She started. Master rested his feet on its body and casually kicked its aching tits as he ate. In the evening it became their entertainment. It was whipped, caned, submitted to cigarettes, needles and electricity. Occasionally they forgot the tens unit in its cunt and asshole were still on the highest setting and went to sleep leaving it lying on the ground its holes being fried all night. In the morning Master would then be angry, not because of it, but because of the waste of electricity. Torturing it. They kissed each other so passionately I couldn't help myself imagine those lips were mine, progressively moistened by her sweet saliva. my heart beat went as fast as I could feel in real life. their hands exploring every inch of their bodies. fingers entering one another. tongues exploring like thirsty dogs hopelessly licking a dry river. although the river seemed to have been splashed unstoppable. Their bodies both hitting the walls and the floor as their awareness toward the environment.