So she suffered.The next phase in this day’s work came out of the box and the exhausted woman looked at it through weary, lust-fogged eyes. It took ...er only a few seconds for it to register and her reaction was just as he expected.“Oh God, Master… not the Wand! Please, not the Wand… I’m so tired!” she cried. He had brought out the dreaded Hitachi Wand… the bane of many a submissive slut! She knew it’s power well, having had it used on her several times before. And she knew that since this was. Greg led us to Judy who was in the Kitchen. Judy gave me a hug and then gave Sam a hug. I was relieved to find out that Tim was at a camp for the weekend. Greg opened the bottle of wine and poured glasses for everyone. In no time we had finished the bottle and opened a 2nd . We sat down to a very nice steak and baked potato dinner with a 3rd bottle of wine. Judy was obviously starting to feel the effects of the wine. She said she usually didn’t drink this much, but was having such a good time. But, in the process of getting this information Bennet got the conversation to where his real interest was."What ratio of mixed brands will you accept?" he asked casually. "In the past my men have picked up strays along the way." Happens," agreed Davidson. "The locals find 'em too, strayed from the herds on the Chisholm. I don't start asking hard questions unless it's over three percent." Three percent!" said Bennet, sounding shocked. "Surely you don't see herds with three percent of an off. Show me what a whore you are. Squirt on my fist!” Mark was fisting me harder and faster. I was moaning and thrashing all over the bed. “Fuck, pull it out. I think I will squirt.” Mark pulled his fist out of my cunt, and my pussy started to squirt. I couldn’t believe I was able to do that. “Fuck, baby that was hot!” “Hopefully, tonight you will squirt on that Sybian! I really want you to win it! It would be so hot to watch you ride that. You'll look amazing sitting high on top.” “I don’t.