Your hands sliding up my body to hold my face in your small hands as we kiss tenderly. You break the kiss and whisper, “keep those eyes closed,” a... you climb off me. Your smell lingering longer than your body, my hands aching to touch you and hold you.“Open your eyes.”I look up and there you are. In that dress. Just two yards away but you look like an angel from a different time. The soft material is clinging to you as the sea breeze floats through the window. The thin shoulder straps elegant. She unbelted the robe and stood with it open, contemplating the meadow and infinite ocean, with her bare feet on the tiles and her nipples still erect. She loved how her husband had poured his desire into her, thrilling to her new lingerie and eagerly peeling it off her. He was resting now, but she was still humming with the sexual energy he started. She smiled thinking of the night to come, a lovely walk to an intimate dinner, a late soak in the sauna, where maybe she would show off and. I just happened to find this on the floor next to the trashcan a minute ago,” I explained, showing him the receipt. He scanned it with raised eyebrows. “Did Mom mention anything about a special side trip during their shopping spree yesterday?”“Naw ... I would definitely remember hearing about this place,” he whispered back. “Looks like your mother and Erika have some naughty secrets of their own from yesterday,” he winked and elbowed me in the ribs. “Ya know ... if you’re up for it, I think we. Making it a true curb and snaffle arrangement, here employed for human pony dressage. Most of the time these details were not visible, the Master preferred to keep his slavegirls silenced by a large dildogag that he inserted and locked into place in their mouths by a firm pressure and rotating motion. The oversized dildos had flanges and a groove that made them sit securely in the ringgag, yet it could easily have been removed by either of the slave girls if they ever had been allowed to.