"Thank you," Béla murmured, definitely not used to being treated in quite this manner, and undecided, even, in what manner she was being treated.Jake...climbed in his side a few seconds later, and they were on their way."Where are we going?" Béla asked, then remembered. "We're not still doing that Master/Slave thing, are we?" No," Jake replied, "Not unless you want to." I don't want to," Béla told him.There was an awkward moment of silence as Béla studied the dashboard of the old truck, trying to. ’ Sloan said, stating the obvious. ‘Ready the arras for fire men.’ Braedon commanded them. Two men quickly went forward and retrieved a small cask and a small tarp. While one man opened the cask, the other collected arrows and laid them beside it. They quickly stripped rows off the tarp and wound them around the ends of the arrows, before dipping them in the oil. A small metal bowl with crumpled strips of oil-soaked tarp was lit using a flint to light it. ‘Let them gain on us men. slow your. I tugged my cock raw over the the spectacular displays of erotic outfits, underwear, tits, bottoms, legs and cunts in every degree of hairiness in them. This was before the days of internet porn. When I had the chance I would “borrow” one or two of my dads magazines and show them to Brian. I would also borrow my big sisters sexy panties from her laundry basket and let him take them home to wank over. He didn’t have a sister and his mums knickers weren’t very sexy. We had to be careful the. Each woman had a hand inside the other's panties frigging and fingering until suddenly mum shuddered and a flood of urine gushed through Jill's fingers as she came.I kept the camera fixed on Jill's lovely face as she turned and licked every last drop from her fingers whilst mum sank into a chair before her legs gave way."Give me a minute or two" she gasped, "God that one hit me like a sledgehammer!"I put the camera down and sat down to pour out the champagne whilst Jill came over and fished.