My clever repartee vanished, lost within the beauty that had filled our little facet of the world. It was then I knew that somewhere beyond my “secr...t sauce” I had found one of life’s glowing perfections. I had discovered what it was to be totally and thoroughly loved…not the kind that the modern world settles for, but the kind inspired by the words“‘til death do us part”. Three tiny words, but carrying the true measure of love…a clarity of vision that seeks beyond the façade to the pure heart. My second thought was one of fear. An attacker could not have asked for more than a girl who had even gone to the trouble of tying herself up, who so clearly was begging to be used like the slut and slave she was. Now, it was clear, I would pay the inevitable price for my careless attempts to live out my fantasies. This time Cristina was not here to protect me, there were no elaborate parlor games to hide behind. This time there was just my naked body to placate the desires of three unknown. I absolutely loved it. I felt hands pulling on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. Spanking my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I wasn't even sure what was probing my ass, something was and I had no idea what. But it all felt amazing and I had another orgasm. I couldn't help it. It was Mr. Black who had his cock in my mouth and he fed me his cum, told me not to lose a drop and I found myself obeying him and not wanting to disappoint him. "You are a good little slut. We are very lucky to. I told her that we should surprise Jon when he comes back. I told her to lie down on Jon’s towel and take off her thong. I could tell she was totally excited. With a little hesitation she slowly slipped it off. To my surprise she was totally shaven also. She had a hot tanline. It was much smaller than the thong she was wearing. I asked her about it and she said she usually wears a g-string during the week when it is less crowded. She said it was only about 2 inches across and came to just above.