He bought me nice clothes, lots and lots, and jewelry too, and sweets."Clouds started gathering, coming up from the southeast, tumbling over each othe.... I began thinking about shelter as well as her young body. I had, of course, been thinking about getting between her long legs for more than a week. I ached for her."What are you called?" I asked."Erina," she said. "Family name was Barren; we're Welsh mostly, a few Irish way back a'ways." Who was the redhead?" Some Viking I suppose," she said. We’re going out, slave,” he whispered in my ear. I squealed and spun around. “Really, Master?” I asked. “Yes, really,” he said. “But as you made me repeat myself, you will be punished when we get back.” “Yes, Master,” I said, my spirits not a bit dampened. I hadn’t been punished in several days and the bruises had faded with the humiliation of the last time. Plus Master was surprising me with a night out. My clothes were laid out on the bed: a tight strappy blouse and a mini skirt, the black. I rubbed up and down and side to side through my panties and moved my legs apart slightly. Within a short time I had snuck my hand into my underwear. Suddenly I heard the running water stop, but I told myself I could keep going until I heard the bathroom door open, I knew she could take quite some time in the bathroom after all. So my fingers moved lower to test out my wetness before they moved back up to slowly stroke and rub. I stretched on the bed with a deep sigh from the pleasure. My. ......yeah..............cuuuuuum...IN............................... ME ...............................NOWWWWWWWWWWW." Sheimpaled herself onto my thick ten inch pole and stopped as I exploded my wad intoher uterus and gave forth my own utterances of pleasure. Our combined juices wereof such volume that they squirted from her pussy lips like a broken pipe of hot steamycream and coated us with them before running onto the rock we were on. Shecollapsed onto me panting, we both lay there.