She was giving out light humming sounds in the middle of the kiss.I kept on fondling her boobs. Then my hands reached out for her ass cheeks. I grabbe... them tightly and gave her a passionate kiss. I then slowly rubbed over in between her ass cheeks too and her asshole and then to her vagina.Her pussy was so wet from all the foreplay. I could feel her body shaking. She was restless. I knew a little more would push her off the edge to an orgasm.I kept my hands at her pussy and went into her wet. I'm not lying. Others saw her too. I didn't have the guts to tell you before, but it kept eating at me and I thought you should know."I calmed down and apologized for hitting him. It was hard to believe that Marsha Ann would go out like that when she knew how I felt about it. And she had agreed not to do it any more after our last talk about it."That's not the worst of it buddy," Jesse continued. "Three different nights she went outside with a guy and was gone for about 45 minutes." Who?" Now I. “So, Jack, slave time. It’s for the weekend, so that’s Friday night to Monday morning...”Horrified, I immediately interjected, “Erm, Saturday morning, Sunday night, surely.”“Erm, slave, I’m in charge and eighty quid is eighty quid, I’m getting my money’s worth.”I shrugged, there was no fight in me. My hangover hurt too much if I did something rash like thinking. It was either Grace’s house, or Friday night at the Union with the team. It was Mr. Bastard Rock meets Mr. Bastard Hard-Place. I. Please tell me what you think, if you like it I will send more. if you have any I would love to read them.--We are driving through the country with nothing but lush green rolling hills and large trees as far as we both can see. I turn the car down a deserted dirt road and drive until we are as far from anyone as we could possibly be from anyone and anything, we pull over to the side of the road and walk out into a field.In the field there is nothing but bright green grass and one large old tree.