It started out as most picnics do. I made a nice jello salad, helped set up the tables while Sir William helped set up the equipment and stations. I ...alked casually with the others, and was grateful they were a group of normal people with a kinky side. My Master smiled at me as he placed my pink collar and wrist restraints on me.. I still had my jeanshorts and campshirt on. We ate, then my Master brought me into the clubhouse. One of the submissives made beautiful leather floggers, and my. Now he was licking my pussy. I was shivering with the pleasure of it all.“My clit, Honey, lick my clit.” Ron repositioned himself just a bit to give himself better access to my clit. I shuddered as his tongue hit the mark. He sucked and then probed with his tongue. I reached down and pulled back the hood covering my love bead. “That’s it, Honey, lick me right there. Oh, don’t suck so hard, gentle Honey. It’s very sensitive right now. Use your tongue. Aww, yes, that’s it.”Ron used just the tip. Lena looked at each of them grinning, “you two think you can just fuck me when you feel like it”? Tanner grinned “yeah”. Later that night, she told Preston about Saxon.It had been a 4 hour drive to pick up Saxon. She, Tanner and Preston had spent most of the night fucking and they arrived knowing she was clean and ready for Saxon. She chose a body contouring, Blue Vintage Denim Sheath Dress over Burgundy Lace, Open Back panties with a flap panel. After picking him up they drove to Lunch with. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my hand sticking to the wet whiteness of my knickers. If you were between my legs, you'd smell my scent rising in the air, a moist incense that wants your face buried in my pussy.I want to feel your tongue tip lick the length of my slit over the fabric, to feel you taste me as you grab my hips and push your tongue harder against me. I want to feel the force of your eager.