Paul was in shorts, a polo, andtennis shoes. I was glad he went the comfort route also."I'm following you..." he said when we made it to the curb."Th...nk it's this way..." and I started us in the direction of thesetting sun. "Anything new?" I figured we could maybe small talkfirst, and then see what organically rises to the surface with thislittle jaunt to the park I had run past earlier this morning.He hesitated a second. "Yeah, pretty sure we know who the guy is."What?! "Oh my God... . ?Louder, I can?t hear you.? ?I?m a slut, Mistress. I?m disgusting and depraved and Ineed to be punished.? This time Andrea almost shouted. By now she wasshamelessly rubbing herself against my hand. I gave her a few seconds more andthen moved away. ?Do you know what a safe word is, slut?? ?Yes, Mistress.? ?Yours is ?strawberry?? I reached down, took the paddle andstruck her firmly across the buttocks. Andrea?s Story As soon as we got to the bedroom I found myself slippingeasily into the. “You said you might drive all night unless I had a better idea….I think staying at the motel is a better idea”, laughed Charles“A little suck behind a wall is fun, but I thought we could get a little closer if you feel like it”, suggested Ben.Springfield was a special town. Only about 50 people lived there and worked at the pulp mill. Otherwise it was a convenient stop between Oklahoma City and Saint-Louis. There were a number of cheap motels to lodge travellers. It also had a reputation, and. I decide on a large flesh colored dildo that looked a lot like Mr. Ducati’s cock. I laid back on the couch and started the video and began to lube up the toy with my mouth. I watch as Mr Ducati orders both of them onto the bed. Mr Ducati is in the middle and has one man behind him rimming his ass while the other is in front of him deep throating his cock and I fucking love what I see, watching my master use these two guys to do whatever he wants makes me wish I had my head buried in my master’s.