"Arnash! How *dare*you lay a hand on my daughter!" The wind picked up and dark clouds beganto gather in response to his wrath. I turned and saw my fat...er, thunder inhis beautiful eyes, his long platinum hair and glowing white robe whippingin the growing breeze.The stranger who struck me seemed frozen with fear, not to mention totallybaffled when he glanced at me again. His companion looked equallyconfused, but that didn't stop him from slowly inching his way back to themud hole. When he finally. Her breasts jiggled as she anticipated what was to come. I stood, stepped toward her, and ran my fingers lightly along the underside of her breasts. I know it tickled. I know it was like a shock of electricity when I touched her. She moaned and arched her head back. I moved my hands up and made little circles around the areola on each breast with my fingers. Her mouth opened, she moaned some more, and her eyes closed. I did not touch her nipples, as I knew that what I was doing was driving. Their Slave whimpers softly under her Mistress' tender ministrations, gasping as the pain peaks and dissipates while each toe, then ankle, and finally each knee and hip is bent to and fro, new life flooding her aching body."Now," the Master says menacingly, grabbing a fistfull of her hair, "Thank your Mistress properly."The Mistress crouches low over their Slave, legs spread wide as she undoes a few cleverly concealed clasps, the corset and bodysuit parting to bare her wet, shaved pussy to. So dark. I want to make it wicked and dark for you. Very dark." Martha whispered distantly "Yes" and Ronnie gave Martha's cheek a soft, lingering kiss, and then another on Martha's neck, and another on Martha's shoulder, and she moved slowly toward Martha's breast. I kissed Martha's tummy and then lifted my head to watch her as my hand crept downward to her tuft, and my fingers played there. Martha's legs moved apart a little.I watched her closed eyes and her blissful face. Her lips parted a.