The Friday morning had us again at the screen, Trish excelled herself her master placing a few long steel needles in her nipples then whipping her wit... a strap. The afternoon found her bound over a pick-nick table at a strange wood-land location being used by a queue of strange men, none of whom looked as though they had washed since nelson was a lad. It for some reason excited my delightful partner no end, to the extent we left the youngsters that evening telling them we were “going to the pub. I lined my spit soaked dick at the entrance to her already sopping wet pussy. I began rubbing the head around her slit and grazing her clit. "Ooohhh that feels good." Alis moaned."Did I say you could talk?" I growled."No you didn't. I'm sorry." She submissively replied."Exactly. Now you'll only talk when I say you can." "Okay.."Without warning, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy. Alis let out a shriek as I reached bottom. I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair as I really began to lay. But beggars can't be choosers.Adding a liberal dose of scented oil and bath salts to the bubble bath, she sank gratefully into the comforting embrace of the warm scented waters and immediately felt more relaxed. Closing her eyes, she allowed her face to slide below the surface of the warm water, remaining submerged for long seconds before surfacing.Rachel realized that she was beseeched by conflicting values and emotions. The religious ethical side of her balked at the notion of even. "Really?" "No." She shook her head and smiled. "Not really. But there are a lot of them out there and most of them think they're the next Jimmy Page or Jimi Hendrix. Jason's okay." "You guys all get along? I mean, it's a team effort, right?" "Most times." Ryan took another sushi roll. "It's not always easy. Jason's still . . . working on fitting in." Brody nodded but didn’t say anything more, wanting to keep things light while they ate. Ryan seemed to be a lot more relaxed than when they'd.