I parked and we got out, and he led the way into the bush down one of the trails, both of us keeping an eye out on either side for a good spot to hide...out in. The trail veered one way so we went the other, through a little bit of underbrush and some sparse trees, and eventually came upon a fallen birch, in a spot that we were hidden from the trail yet could easily hear anyone coming long before they could see us anyway. Perfect.I wasted no time once we decided that was the spot, I immediately. Finally the sucking stopped. Pixie could see her nipples actually now filled the tubes, they were so swollen. She couldn’t imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the tubes and again took measurements. Pixie really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A slave didn’t need to worry. What Master wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant nothing. How it turned out was up to Master to deal with, so no need to worry.The door. Honestly, until Ed did his own research and then talked to me, I hadn’t thought about it. Contrary to popular belief, psychologists and psychiatrists don’t go around evaluating everyone we meet for mental illness! Stop and think about what kind of life that would be!”“Not a lot of fun, unless you got some kind of thrill from it.”“Which sounds like the very definition of a mental illness, doesn’t it?”“So you think I should see this Doctor Fremd, then? It sounds like what he’s proposing, at least. Mickey looked up and grinned. "Helluva way to cool down eh?" He pointed at the two girls. "Fucking awesome aren't they." He indicated Bristoll's clothes. "You look as though you could use some cooling down."One of the girls, she was a skinny redhead, came close to the edge of the fountain near where Bristoll was standing. "Hey you're not bad looking. Come on sweetie," she said in a sweet whimpering voice as she turned to the other girl and promptly fell on her backside.Nathan looked around, he.