She asked her husband & Markus if Markus could go to bed with them tonight [she was so so horny from watching the show in the barn] after they cleaned...up & got things sorted for the morning all three went up to the master bedroom. The farmers wife went into there en suite to shower & change & left her husband & Markus to talk. The farmer wanted to ride Markus tight rear end and to fuck his wife from behind while Markus fucked her from the front. When the wife came out of the bathroom she was. “Oh my god, how is this fun?” Maisie complained dramatically as they trudged through another field that looked remarkably similar to the last four.“It’s good for the spirit, “Ethan replied.She shot him a look, “Feels like a penance,” she paused, “not even done anything to repent for.”He smirked, “I’m sure you could think of something.”“Hmm,” There was an impish look appearing on her face. She glanced around.“What are you...?”She ran at him knocking him sideways. He stumbled but stayed on his. “I need you to raise your knees,” said the woman, her voice part lover, part therapist.Emily brought her knees closer to her chest with her hands while the woman approached the end of the massage table. “You have such a delicate little pussy,” she observed, teasing Emily’s inner thighs with soft kisses. “Like a tiny tight little flower.”Emily’s head cocked backwards as the woman’s soft, wet tongue drew across her swollen labial lips, parting the pink folds like flower petals responding to rain. I didn't have to forge papers stating that I was free when I really wasn't. No, no, not that kind of slavery. Lower your NAACP flags for another day. I'm talking about the BDSM type. You know, the one I consented to. The one I agreed to be collared. I ran away from that. Now before you start raising your feminist flags, hear me out. My master wasn't necessary a bad man. No, he was kind and sensitive, he always made sure that I was ok, he provided when we played together. No,no, it wasn't his.