.." she repeated."You mean you want me to fingerfuck your cunt, whore? Is that what you want?" I asked."Yes! Ohhh, Master please! Please..." she plead...d."Use your words. Tell me what you want," I said."Master please! Please fuck my cunt with your fingers! Ohh, God, please Master, make me cum, please!" she cried, sobbing now.I smiled as she pleaded. I had told her I would make her beg, and she had. Actually, I thought she might be tougher to crack on that, but that's fine. She must have been. A floor-to-ceiling window, big pine dresser, and a double bed. Iput my suit- cases up on the bed and we took clothingout and put it in the dresser and closet. As I turnedaway from the closet, I noticed Beth putting my Jockeyshorts in the drawer. She was gently rubbing them,right across the front opening. Beth saw me looking anda light blush flowed across her face. “Boy, yourclothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase, didn’tthey,” she said with an embarrassed laugh.After we got. She rolled over thrilled that this stranger had her in a position where he could do anything he wanted to her and she would love it.He moved his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts, going gently across her nipples. They were as hard and erect as she had ever felt. She hoped he noticed... of course, he did. Alvin though was careful and never did anything overtly sexual without getting permission.Permission was never given verbally but he knew when it was okay to get serious. Getting. “I can’t take anymore!” she panted, “at least not here!” Wafting my hand under my nose, she added, “Wanna taste?” ***** For the rest of the semester we played when and where possible, having to be content with getting each other off - at least, until the day of our Senior Picnic. Held at Bear Mountain State Park in the mid-Hudson Valley, it was an annual tradition at our high school. It was, next to Prom, the social event of the year. I knew Sue had some daring plan for us and I looked forward.