We got up from under the tree and put our shorts on and walked to the house. Well I kinda hobbled a little. He said he had to get me cleaned up before...I went home. We got in the house and into the bathroom and had me undress and he took a wash cloth and cleaned me up and then he had me clean his cock with a wash cloth. I couldn't help but stroke it and pull on it as I cleaned it off. He told me I was so good at doing that and that part I enjoy the most. I liked feelin his dick in my hands and. I froze, uncertain what to do. My mind, of course, was flying; it was a fucking great-looking tool, and it thickened more as he reached up, lifted his sunglasses back on to his curly hair with his right hand and, as my urine continued to flow, reached out for me with the other. He was maybe about forty, handsome, and grinning wickedly at me.I swallowed hard as, instead of touching my cock, he placed two fingers of his left hand into the stream of my piss for a couple of seconds and only then. ”“Sure, do you mind if I take a shower?”“Help yourself, see you soon.”*I decided to make something to eat. Sophie appeared after twenty minutes, looking as lovely as ever. “Are you OK?”“After been beaten by my merciless employer, do you mean?”“Yes, that’s it.”“I have an extremely hot bottom that is throbbing but in a nice way. You beast.”“At least you got to keep your job,” I said with a smile. “How are the stripes?”“Look,” she said, turning, lifted her skirt, and bent over. She was now wearing. The rope was still around her breast and between her pussy lips, giving her clit a burning sensation on every move. Also her breasts hurt from being bound this long, but she didn’t want to take it off just yet. First she fetched the box with the slugs from her backpack and went to the kitchen with them. She would feed her little lovers first, so that they would be strong and lively for another round. She took some salad from the fridge and put it in the box for the slugs. After that she finally.