And then Jay stopped playing with her slit.“Ohhh...” she moaned in disappointment, pushing her pussy at his face.“Get off!” he ordered.‘That...��s what I was trying to do,’ she said to herself, but she clambered off of him. He also ordered her to make some lunch, without putting her clothes back on first.As she washed the dishes later he came up behind her naked form, reached around and started to play with her clit. She got wet quickly and he slipped a finger inside her. She stopped with the. As she lay there wondering if anyone was actually going to show up, she idly fingered the rings in her nipples. Her hand then strayed to the ring through her clit hood, and she gently tugged on it, moaning softly. She did not finger her sex, as her Master had forbidden her to, and she would have to tell him if she did, and he would punish her. She let loose of her clit ring, and fingered the metal loops on the brown leather collar encircling her neck, then traced her fingers up the metal chain. We found a nice place to camp. It was very isolated, or so we thought. About a hundred yards from us was another camp, we happened upon each other when we were collecting firewood. They had packed in much like us. But they were nudist and hippies. There was six couples, all the women I would guess in their late 40's and early 50's. The men were maybe a little older. The women were not bad looking, they seemed to be fit while the men were a little over weight. It was weird to see these white. A dick’s head smearing substances at the entrance made me realize things were getting serious and had nothing to do with a little finger play, which with a bit of good will I actually learnt to find appealing. ‘Last wish?’ I yelped. ‘Yes?’ ‘A kiss?’ ‘No.’ Without an overwhelming care or attention the tool sinking in my fold ripped it in two. I screamed like wild. Okay – you want fight – you get it. I don’t care if anyone hears me and comes here for the rescue. He twisted my hair around his.