“This is David. You sounded much better, yesterday. Have you recovered, or was that a false dawn?”“You always identify yourself. And it’s neve... Dave. I think I’ve recovered. It was only a cold.”“One of those things which they describe as, ‘it’s not fatal; you only wish it were.’”“Pretty much.”“I wondered if you think you’ll be recovered enough next Sunday to go out for another lunch. That was supposed to be an invitation; I’m sorry if it sounds so convoluted.”Recovered enough? She’d get up off. I spread my pussy lips and my fingers (they know the way) gather juices from the place they can rely on, the place that has your name on it. I rub the moisture over the core of my need and I lay back in total abandonment, then I masturbate for your viewing pleasure, until my need becomes my main focus and I forget how to look sexy and care only about arriving at my destination. My fingers are slick and glistening in the sunshine, coated with my juices, as they alternate between my sopping hole. One of them was telling the other how she preferred to go there and bathe at dawn, rather than use a bucket like they had to do in the workers quarters. The idea of finding this place and peep on them suddenly became obsessive for me. I spent a couple of days killing time wandering the property. Finally, I found a stream and followed it uphill until the orchard ended and it became virgin forest. I was about to give up, when I came upon a clearing. The mountain had opened a bit and, in an area. The slave begs Master to let it cum, but He denies its request telling the slave that it has not earned that right yet as He yanks the dildo from the slave’s ass. Thinking that Master is through with slave and its ass, the slave tries to sit up only to be pushed back into position. “No whore, Master is not through with your ass yet.” Master tells it. Then Master takes his paddle and spanks the slave hard across its ass several times. “Did Master tell slave it can get up?” Master asks the.