“Come in, slave.”----------------------------------------------------And that was how the ritual had begun. Diana wasn’t able to get up there e...ery weekend, and sometimes James’ workload wouldn’t allow him any free time, but they had managed to get together at least every two or three weeks throughout that summer. The ritual had gradually evolved into its current parameters, and now, at the end of August, it had become one of the things Diana most looked forward to on these special weekends. . She melted in his arms and shuddered in that sense that an orgasm was fast approaching. Angelique was a lot more relaxed away from the others because there were no witnesses to her depraved desires. In fact, she even allowed her delinquent mouth to give voice to her kinky nature hoping that the Kid might even move his cock to her heated crack and test the tightness of her pretty pucker. The sounds in the forest were silent in her ears and all she could hear was the rapid beating of her heart. Sean had spent many years trying to convince Tara to relax a little where sex was concerned. Although they had always had a great sex life, there were few occasions in their history in which Tara had allowed herself to really enjoy sex. Without any concerns about whether something was right or wrong. Or worrying about how her body looked in a particular position. He could count on one hand the number of times she had truly allowed herself to enjoy sex, without any worry. But when she had, the. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had.