He flipped the coffee maker switch, and sat down in front of the computer in the living room, Bart fluffing himself about his ankles. Andrew looked at...the clock again. It was getting closer, only five ’til three and then she would be there. Maybe not in the physical sense he’d been longing for since their online friendship had begun, but still there, a comfort to his conscience at the very least. Andrew felt a familiar feeling of anticipation began to well up inside him as the monitor hummed to. The sun might be unable to reach the Mistress, but Francine was getting no benefit from the giant shade, being roasted alive in the fierce afternoon heat. Behind her was an attendant with a whip at the ready, prepared to lambaste the Slave the minute she let the shade slip. Francine was aware of this and was determined not to fail in her duty. She tried to forget her pain and concentrated all her mental forces on the task in hand. Then the Lady Fortescue gave the horse a light tap of the whip. So I had to concentrate on my cunt and ass to figure out what I had in me. They would not make it easy on me, so I had to do my best. I did not want that fucking pepper even near me.I felt their hands around my cunt and then one of their fingers went into me. I guess to get me wet, but I was so hot and wet already from cumming earlier. I hated what they were doing to me, but it excited me so much that my cunt leaked all the time.Then I felt something cool going inside me. I wasn't sure what it. Nodding again as we kissed. "Yes... it feels so good.... Fuck..." Without warning he sat up and started riding me like crazy. The whole bed shaking as he held me down and continued to ride my cock. All I could do was look up at him and grunt and moan. He was fucking his ass so hard, riding me so good showing me just how much he wanted it. Not letting go of my hands as he looked back down at me yelling, "Fuck me! mmhm!! fuck my asshole!!! Fuck it!!" his ass all over my cock and fucking it so.