She felt it, too, and pushed against me.“Ssh,” I sounded, breaking the kiss. “You’re tender.”“Let me soothe your tender little pussy,” E...a offered, the bottle of Nick essence in her hand.“Uhm, I’d rather have Joe do it,” Tilda admitted.“Too bad,” said Eva. “Such a pretty pussy. I love the red fringe.”“So, not like your mother,” said Helena, kissing Tilda’s sweaty forehead.“Not in the least.”“Too bad,” said Shira, the most lesbian inclined of my wives.Tilda glanced from wife to wife and. The passenger window buzzed down, and she just waited. ‘Get in John Henry,’ she said into the rear view mirror as he approached her car. She was still gently patting her nose and cheeks with a compact as he pulled the door open and slid in. Finally she put the compact away in her purse and started the car, never looking over at him. ‘I need you back now, Honey,’ she said. ‘Huh?’ he replied. She glanced again in the rear view mirror, this time checking for traffic, and then pulled slowly back. I beg you not to hurt her badly, Master, but it is becoming too much for both of us. She won't do her chores; calls us both nothing but sluts or whores and laughs when we threaten to tell you." She paused for a second before continuing in a whisper. "She's even taken her collar off at night and sometimes during the day. Maybe even outside."Anton sat up a bit straighter when hearing that. A slave was required by law to wear the collar at all times and the consequences for being caught without it. It was like that this day. It wasn’t a cold day, but the wind made the cooler temperatures seem a bit colder than the actual temperatures would suggest. Since it was very cool, none of us brought swimsuits or towels with us as we didn’t think we would do any swimming. As soon as I anchored the boat in the lee of some high sand dunes, I realized our mistake. The dunes deflected the winds away from the boat, and the sun now baked down on us. We were soon very hot. “Let’s go swimming,” I.