Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more be...utiful than her face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few moments, but her tears were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon. ‘I’m going to stop by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your room is right behind you, please make yourself at home. I’ll be back. In both cases, the animals were far too distant for the women to hunt, even if they had the tools and expertise to do so. Where too now were the villages? There was now no one foolish enough to settle on these inhospitable shores where there was so little food, so little shelter and where the oases and streams of fresh water were further and further apart. Had the two women not learnt the practise of not eating all they could find when they could and of carrying vessels and animal hides in. When we arrive Master is gone but we go in anyway. We head down to the basement and I show him my marks from the session only a few hours earlier. He says he wants to whip me in suspension but is afraid to because I am hurting already. I tell him he may if he wishes and remove my clothes. He admires the marks and says he would never go that far with me. I tell him that I wanted it, that this was a birthday fantasy I had. He connects me to the hooks as Master did and takes up the buggy. We rolled about in a number of positions, with me sucking him and tickling and licking his testicles; and him thoroughly reveling in it. But I had to keep resting my jaw; it was beginning to ache and juices were everywhere; he was a big lad for one so slightly built. “I’m a good stayer,” he joked, and he certainly was. I wasn’t about to give up either; he was 18, beautiful - and all mine. But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signs; now on his back again with me crouched between his baby-soft.