“Oh, God! You are a naughty one, aren’t you,” Lynda moaned as she wiggled around, trying to get more. “Oh fuck, do it!” she pleaded, “Fist...me! Push your hand in!” she begged.‘Where the fuck did she learn that?’ I wondered as I watched the boy push his fingers all the way in, burying his knuckles inside her hungry pussy. Half of his little hand was inside my wife. He glanced between two cameras focused on the beach.“I would love to please you Miss, but I’ve already done too much and must stop,”. Lights twinkled from the taller buildings. A searchlight beam lasered across the darkness. “I suppose,” he said quietly.“One moment, Sir,” she said, rising on the balls of her feet. She returned a few minutes later and offered him a small cup of dark tea on a saucer. “Thank you,” he said, accepting the offering and took a sip. “Good,” he said simply.As he languidly watched her, sipping from time to time, she slowly unzipped his pants and drew them and his boxers down his legs and then over his. After she towel-dried, Jen got her box of STUFF from the bedroom closet. She took out the handcuffs, ballgag, and blindfold, placing them on the bed ready for when Sam texted that he was on his way home. Then she would put everything on.Waiting for the text seemed like an eternity. When a text arrived on her cellphone, she quickly picked it up to check that it was from Sam. Yes! Her hands were trembling so much Jen didn’t think she’d be able to put the stuff on. But, first, she had to go into. .. Nineteen ninety three. Ithad to be. The year he went off to college was the ninety three, ninetyfour school year. SHIT! Idaho! What the fuck was he going to do inIdaho? All they had up there was blue skies and cow shit! Hang on, itwasn't that bad. This was college, remember. "...good news is that the doctor says you're healing a lot fasterthan normal for..." College! He could do it right this time. No more trying to bangeverything that moved. Hell, he hadn't been successful the first.