K. He spread his sleeping bag, right next to hers. "Damn, that's close!" She thought to herself. She got into the tent first, and stripped off her out...r layers, leaving on the layers closest to her skin. It was so cold that she could see her breath. She crawled into her sleeping bag, wondering where Jake was. Still chilled, she snuggled down into her bag. There was a tentative clearing of the throat at the tent door. Jake asked if it was o.k. to come in. She said it was. He crawled into the. "Marie, come here and lie on the table," Mistress demanded, her voice changing. Of course, I couldn't see anything but I heard what sounded like chains rattling. I tested my arms, but the chains rattling evidently weren't the ones holding me in place. I heard more chains rattling, adjustments, I think, but couldn't be sure.I heard feet padding along the floor and then a loud click. More chains rattled and my arms were slowly lowered until they were hanging in front of me. I could hear the feet. Standing over me, she straddles my hips waiting for me to lose the shorts. Then she kneels down so her hairless pussy is directly over the tip of my cock.Recovering from your latest cum, you turn to watch the pair of us now. As I hold my rod vertical for her, she lowers herself until her wet pussy lips touch the very tip and then she drops onto it and 2 or 43 inches slip inside.“Fuck, that is good,” she moans, as she rises slightly before dropping onto 4 or 5 inches the second time. A short. In any case the earlier we discussed the future the better.“Not tonight, Caleb,” she said, and looked evasive, “We only arrived last night and I’ve got to do my washing.”“Ok,” I said, got on with my work and ignored her. For some reason I felt miffed. She left my office and got on with finding what she had to do. We did not speak all day and I left early (a luxury I was beginning to love), without talking to her.I had finished eating and washing up, and was relaxing on the patio in the warm.