They were walking our way so I waited until they go close then reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it right up and off me. I smiled at the men,...threw my dress in the back seat and climbed into the car.“Oh my gawd Areola, I can’t believe that you just did that. Are you going to stay like that all the way to the campsite?”“Probably.” I replied.“Why didn’t I think of doing that?”“Well I dare you to do the same on the return journey.”“Hmm, I might enjoy that journey.”We drove off with the 2. How did I ever end up on the streets? Through lying and deception. Wasn't a dominant/submissive relationship built on honesty and communication? I had fucked up horribly. Once I had finished washing and scrubbing, I got out of the shower and dried myself off. In search for clothes, there were none. I knew that I was going to get my punishment now, tonight. He was not going to wait. Timidly I walked out of the bathroom, past the bedroom and into the living area. He was sitting down in a chair.. Imagine that we are taking a walk, a walk to nowhere in particular. The air outside is clean and sweet smelling, the breeze blowing the trees only slightly. It is a lonely dirt path we are walking No one is around for about a mile. Birds are singing, settling for the evening, and frogs are coming out to serenade. I am wearing a soft cotton dress, and my hair is down, and you are in some long shorts, and a tee. Both of us are barefoot, walking hand in hand. The sun is on its way down for the. There was a delicious ache spreading through her jaw from the rubber balloon filling her mouth. She revelled in the sensation, even though it was uncomfortable, knowing that soon it would become completely numb. Every step resulted in caresses so intense, they bordered on the painful. Her nipples and clitoris perversely insisted on staying hard, and as she strutted down the hallway, the K-Y jelly in her suit squelched back and forth, slithering sensually around her breasts, and through her.