After he left I busied myself with getting dressed. Ok, not true. After he left I finger fucked myself to a nice little orgasm, my panties twisted aro...nd one ankle, and then got dressed. Yeah, ok, that’s not entirely true, either. I started in on my pussy before he left, pleased at the bulge in his chinos every time he glanced over, laughing at him as his language turned even more colorful. I was pretty sure that Antonio was going to suffer for my little display. At least I had the decency to. As I tipped my head back to down the shot I let the blanket fall completely to the floor. I acted like I was scrambling to pick it up, pretending to be embarrassed, I then stumbled down to the floor, naked with everything exposed and visible only by the firelight. As I struggled to get the blanket back over me I apologized for my exposure. Like a true guy, he bought it hook, line and sinker.“Don’t worry about it” he said, “for five years I wondered what you looked like under there and now I. The next day, we left for the Smith's trading post. We each had a pack horse. We were carrying our "old west" weapons. We had a UMP packed up on the horse with an extra magazine. With the stock folded and inside a saddle bag it was very inconspicuous.The trip went smoothly and uneventfully. We slept in the open every night and ate food cooked over an open fire. I managed to shoot a turkey the second day, so we had turkey for several meals after that.Mr. Smith and his family were doing fine.. .. and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everythingI could wish for! I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slaveryto my Mistress willingly , and with full knowledge of whatit meant: in fact, it was I who asked my Mistress to take me as her full-time,total and unconditional slave -- although I know she'd been waiting and hopingfor some time that I would! But since that moment, when she did accept me,she has had absolute control over me: I've been.