It is the early part of September, when the weather is still warm during the day, but deliciously cool at night–just right for our outdoor tryst! Th...re are pine trees around, just enough for privacy, but not so many that we can’t watch the sun as it dips lower in the sky, settling beneath a blanket of green, blue and pink. As the sun goes to bed we build a fire to keep away wild animals (no luck here, you brought ME on this camping trip, remember?). Looking around for suitable firewood, I am. Climbing on to bed and between Ruth widely spread legs Stella looked down and smiled. She actually felt aroused. She had planned on that. She wanted to torture Ruth not please her or herself. She moved closer and aimed the dildo towards Ruth’s exposed pussy. Rubbing it over her clit Ruth again begged but now Stella was beyond listening. Resting the head against Ruth’s pussy she pushed forward. Ruth screamed. She pushed again. More screaming. Stella felt a strange power come over her. She began. He savored the relaxed atmosphere of tingling ice cubes and sweet little suckling noises sustained by soft music. But it was suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding doors.Fink looked over his shoulder. He saw the towering black figure of Lilah Morgan enter. Her metal heels rang on his expensive Italian marble.Fink rose in mock reverence.He reached out to get Lilah's gloved hand and kiss it. She seemed not in the mood. Her eyes flashed as she took in Lindsey McDonald and the bobbing head of. I put on deodorant and gave myself a wet wipe bird bath as I swished mouthwash, hoping not to smell like sex, tequila, and cigarettes by time I got to work. A glance at the clock showed I had forty-five minutes to get to my office, an hour's commute away. I'd just speed like a maniac the whole drive there. I grimly snorted a laugh to myself because it's not like a fatal freeway accident wouldn't solve a lot of my problems. I spat the mouthwash, wiggled my fat ass and hips into my stretchy.