I felt my mouth go dry as the girls locked lips and started making out whilst their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Slowly, they eased off each...other's white blouses followed by short skirts till they were dancing in matching black underwear and little else.“Who's the lucky groom?“ asked Lisa, pulling away from Sara. Lisa came across and sat on Tom's lap as Sara sank down again on Joe‘s.“Did my dancing turn you on, daddy?“ said Sara provocatively as she squirmed on Joe's hard member. Lien like his father before him was a tyrant. More to the point he was thetype of tyrant who gave despotism such a sour reputation. He had ascended tothe throne when his beloved father Lien Venrihet the fourth (known for brevity'ssake as "Lien the Butcher") fell victim to a cut throat band of mercenaryassassins. The coronation ceremony was tastefully elaborate, overseen by the Bishop andattended by all the nobility and as many common folk as would fit within thecourtyard. A marvelous military. Spit was oozing down my chin and chest at this time, with my painfully hard cock joining the fun with an amble amount of pre-cum dripping down my legs.My Master then produced a rather large log of wood, with a rope tied to it. He slung the rope my balls were tied with up over another tree branch, and fastened the log to it, hoisting the log up while tightening the rope ever more, until the log was dangling freely in the air in front of me, pulling severely on my balls. I now really had to stand. Yet somehow I knew I must go down the hill, towards the beach. I had raced down, the wind wrapping around me like a blanket, the rain plastering my clothes flat to my body in seconds. I paused only to drag my high heels from my stockinged feet before plunging onto the cold wet sand and down, below the high water line. My senses seemed to return a little then and a certain degree of calm descended upon me. I was aware of the waves, breaking far to my left but I knew they could not reach me in.