I allow her to swing for about a minute. She was starting to weaken, so I let her down, cradled her in my arms and kissed her so passionately and with...all the erotic lust that was within me. ?Master, did I please you? Why did you not let me hang longer, did I do something to displease you??What could I say?The rest of the night was spent making the most beautiful and erotic love that I had ever experienced, Wendy was the most giving and insatiable partner that I could ever imagine.Then, my. With a ‘normal’ boy in these circumstances I would simply have taken his cock into my mouth and given the ‘good head’ that, to my shame, I am famous for among the local boys. To be honest it doesn’t bring me any real pleasure but it’s very obvious how much the boys like it so I’m usually happy to oblige my boyfriend of the moment and enhance my reputation. With Robbie, something told me that giving him what I assumed would have been his first proper blow-job would have taken him over the edge,. Not anymore. These humans had become nothing more than a hoard of locust devouring all that she had built through the ages. Cutting down trees that had lived through hundreds or sometimes thousands of springs. Polluting the waters of her streams, lakes and oceans with their castoffs, trash and deadly chemicals. She, who had given them all that they had needed, had been cast aside in favour of gods. Male gods. Mere mortals, whose lives and works lasted but a brief season only to be swallowed in. I became even more adventurous by wearing just a loose fitting top and skimpy short to deliver their drinks. As I walked out to the field carrying the picture of water, the workers would tap each other on the shoulder and point in my direction. The guys would gather around staring and making comments to each other as I approached. I would purposely bend over to pour their drinks placing my young firm tits in the face of one, while my skimpy shorts would ride up showing my ass cheeks in the face.