I had the covers kicked back and my body writhed on my bed. I slid my hands between my legs and began to play with my pussy. Quite unintentionally, an...image of Babuji entered my mind, an image of him with his hard muscles flexing and the bulge getting bigger and bigger. I began to rub my clit harder and my pussy grew much wetter. I knew it was wrong to think about Babuji in this way, but I could not help it, I could not get the sight of his cock out of my mind.I had not seen my Babuji’s cock. . ten seconds later, Angel had was sandwiched between two businessmen who thought it would be fun to "cut loose" after work."Ugh... Just once, just once I would like to be the center of attention" Cassie thought to herself. She motioned to the bar, signaling that she was getting another drink to Angel who was lost in her Armani suit sandwich."Can I have sex on the beach?" Cassie shouted to the bartender who had his back to her."But... I don't even know you name", he joked and turned around to. There was work to do on some items that the local farmers had brought in for repair. Frank joined us to observe later that morning.“I’ve always been interested in blacksmithing, but there wasn’t any opportunity to do it or even to see it done where I used to live,” he told us when we had taken a short break after finishing the work on the first item.“Where did you live?” I asked, curious.“I lived in Philadelphia, but it was at a time much later than this,” he told us without being specific.. I kneeled down next to her, and with one hand rubbed the paddle across her ass and thighs, teasing the plug there, while the other held onto her cuffed hands. With the edge of the paddle, I rubbed her cunt lips, and pushed them apart. I looked at Allison, and she licked her lips, which sent a pulse through my cock. "Would you like a pillow?" I asked Amy. "Yes, please, sir." That's too bad. Slaves don't get pillows." I whacked each cheek with the paddle--good, solid smacks on her upturned ass..