She still had that playful gleam in her eyes that she had right from the first, but now something a little harder, like it was not going to be easier ...o do what Master wanted her to do...my just taking her spittle abuse like that without lifting a finger to stop it or wipe it from my face or complain...seemed to flick a switch on for her.Master reminded me at that moment, as both laughed at bit at my humiliating state and predicament, that she was now my Goddess and I was do as she asked. She. I still had to fuck her brains out. So I asked her which her favourite position was she told it was missionary and I positioned her, spread her legs wide and tried entering her pussy. It was tight, so I asked her if it was her first, she said no. She had one forgettable experience with loser from her church who couldn’t even last 3mins. I smiled, I felt her pussy is still a virgin pussy as it was very tight. She was in pain too..I finally managed to push my cock head inside. and I cud see her. If I had to clean the playroom, I like the wet room most. Mopping the floor, sanitary cleaning, etc. Better then dusting and vacuuming, because I hate that white gloves inspection ;-) Always fail on some part, and as a result therefore punishment again… While cleaning with water and cleaning solution is much more effective. As long as I can keep on working the full two hours… Because half an hour later the smartphone rang again: ‘come rub my back with sunscreen now’. Needed another twenty. What Joan had not mentioned was that this was the only cabin on this stretch of road. The nearest neighbor was at least a half-mile away. Effectively, they had the mountain to themselves.Judy had been checking weather on her smart phone throughout the trip and kept talking about a big snow storm that was supposed to hit shortly before they got there. Julie was overjoyed that new powder would make the slopes perfect, but Joan was worried that it might close the road before they got to the.