A wave brushes past our ankles and you jump and squeal when the cool water hits your skin.“Come on, let's go!” I start wading deeper into the lake... The water is up to my hip and you're still ankle deep. I use my hand to motion you to come further, and you oblige. Once you reach me, I give you a light splash of water. You yelp again, and splash me back. I run ever deeper, until I'm already swimming. I notice my blonde hair floating on the surface and wet them to keep them under control. You join. By 7.30 pm she had decided the bath water was cooling and did not want to end up wrinkled like a prune, so she stepped out of the bath, wrapped her long blonde hair in a towel and turned to grab a large bath sheet to wrap around her 36-24-36 frame. Damn she said as she realised her husband had used the last of the clean towels in the bathroom chest and she would need to nip into the spare room to get another.She opened the door and shivered as the draft hit her warm sensual body; quickly she. So the torture continued. There were occasions, moments of fleeting control when I snapped back and became angry with Jake, demanding he untie me and issuing a strong statement. It did no good. His response was always more torture, more demands and more promises of orgasms if I would simply comply. After a time my justification of what I was now considering became almost overpowering. What was it to fuck a dog I had already fucked? It was just one more time, after all. Only it. ” There was an unexpected knock at the door. “That’s for me. I had hubby bring some toys for me to use on you. Don’t worry he isn’t coming in. Tonight you’re all mine,” she said sauntering over to the door in her underwear. Mistress opened the door dressed like that to receive the bag Sir so graciously delivered. Carrying the bag, she made her way back over to me and grabbed the leash attached to my collar. “This place isn’t too big, let's find pet’s bedroom. I could ask you but that would.