’ ‘Then don’t you think I have reason to worry about where you and she are going with this plan to ‘change Jonesy’?’ ‘Heidi would never ...urt you. She really likes you and she wants you to stay around.’ ‘Lisa, is it just me or do both of you do this thing about easing my fears about my future body changes by making statements that can be taken either as reassuring or frightening at the same time?’ ‘Arthur, I know Heidi has told you about the trouble we’re having expanding a bone structure that’s. If I was to hold back for a while I needed to distract myself. How?I started thinking about the birds we were supposed to be protecting. I didn’t know about Heather. I would be unable to hear any approaching egg-collector. Heather’s pussy was grinding on my face; her clothes had trapped my head. All I could hear was Heather. I strained my ears to detect any sound beyond her body. That was useless.What were the birds? We had been told that they were rare. I had forgotten what they were called. I. And came back to recline next to me. This time casually stroking my now sopping pussy. Slowing he stroked, as if petting a kitten, softly. Then he felt for my entrance and slid a finger in. He stopped! Why….to pull off my dress and leave me lying naked in the sand for his eyes to admire. I never felt so sexy before. He returned to his reclining position. Now he could finger me while nibbling and sucking a firm nipple. The breeze made me tingle where his wet tongue had been. He again stopped a. “So much, Daddy,” I moaned. “You know I do. You know I love it when you lash me. Oh, yes.”“Listen to her sing,” a slave purred, thick with lust and envy.“Like a canary.”The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in breaths each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.“Daddy, can I cum?” I moaned as he smacked my pussy again.“I don't know, slut, can you?” The flail smacked.