Now they are a real turn- on. She looked up at me from her armchair peering into my eyes. I explained how nice it would be to see a little further up ...er skirt, saying how it would be sublime if she just slightly parted her thighs making a tease for me."Like this, Peter?" she asked doing what I'd asked very coolly, lifting that delicious skirt up a little more and parting those gorgeous young thighs to a point where, in seeing the darkness between, my masculinity was already beginning to show. The baths are carved in solid gemstone. My tub is rose quartz, a blushing pink like my flower's gem. My Master tears into me, as if I am a pear freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips after he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed. In months, I labor with my sisters. He sows into us wildly. Seven gardens planted in a single night. Seven stone baths holding lavishly-seeded wives. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color. .” she moaned as the first few strokes into her shoved her hard into me. After a couple of moments of her face being shoved into my crotch, I managed to get my jeans undone and my cock out. She had it in her mouth in no time and was quickly taking me in deep as I began to grab her head and fuck her face. I looked up and saw the others were already naked and stroking themselves. Dave gave a last shove and dumped his load into her as she gave a little shutter. I stood up and got my jeans all. It was a different unhappiness now, but I still had to fix it. “Look, that was like, hell, twenty years ago, and you know I take a shower or bath every day. I’m clean too, what do you have to worry about? It’s not like the fucker was stupid enough to try and lay me.”“You… You mean he… I’ll kill him.” He says, almost faintly, and pulls me into a tight hug, shibari and all. With a tug he forces the bungee cord to release me, holding me tightly. “I’ll kill the motherfucker.” I noticed with growing.