She had a cut-off tank top and panties on, which hugged her curves rather nicely. Her breasts were pushing the tank top away from her belly, accenting...the lack of cloth covering her body.She walked back to the couch and sat down to watch. From where I was, I couldn't see the movie, but she was quickly engrossed in what was being shown on the screen.I couldn't see her reactions quite as well as I would have liked so I turned my telescope from the heavens and trained it on the angel in the house. The dim moonlight didn’t make it easy, but I kept going until I felt clean enough down there. At that point, the fabric in my hand was already soaked through. It sure seemed to be more cum than the day before.With little else I could do, I resigned myself to the situation and climbed into my sleeping bag. At least this time, I knew that I would get some well-earned sleep without interruption. The quiet night helped to put me at ease. Nature was truly special. There was something relaxing about. She thanked me and Ben and his mother left to go home. That night I told my wife about what I had seen and asked her what she thought about fucking Ben and his monster rod. She was intrigued but scared that she might lose her job if anyone found out. "What if he freaks and tells on me?" she asked. I had a solution to this problem. I would hide in a closet while Ben and my wife played around. If things went fine then I'd receive a hell of a treat with a perfect view of my wife with prick-zilla.. Master slapped her hard across the face, knocking her onto the floor on her side."You dare look at me?" Master raged at her. "A slave's eyes should be downcast, you lowly bitch!"With that he started to viciously whip her naked flank with his belt. After a few heavy strokes, under the force of which she squirmed and trembled, he kicked her in the stomach and then rolled her with his foot so that she was face down on the floor. In desperation she begged into her gag, but she knew her pleading was.