So being the gentleman that I am I rearranged the towel and myself, and there she was sitting lotus position facing me. To cut a long story short I co...plimented her on her great looking body. There were some nice things about it too. She had fantastic looking long nipples. Her pubic hair was grey blond and sparse, so that her labia were easily visible. Her pose helped too I suppose. Her name, not that it's important, was Fredrieka; Fred for short. Fred for her part wanted to know a bit about. He flicks at the clips on my nipples with His fingers. Watching them bounce as i whimper softly in pain. He smiles at me, His eyes still on my tits "what a good little slut you are" and flicks again, i squirm and he looks at me.He stands up, and unzips His jeans. He holds His hand over His buldge and says accusingly, "look what you have done to, Me, you slut. You made My cock hard and look, its oozing. Princess, I need you to suck my cock." He takes His cock out and shows me the drooling purple. .. and instant watery eyes from the defeated male as the creasing pain warped through him. Georgina served him another, and another, as the smiling women began to depart for their steeds by the arena, Hortense ensuring the already weeping male would serve his mistress’s cunt readily, before she left.“Remember to be at the gallows when you’re done with him young lady ... there’ll be several males who’ll want to have you show them the pleasure of the rope ... in permanence.” Tanner watched the. “So, what do you do in Boston?” he asked, tugging on his beard.“I’m a painter. I graduated from Boston School of the Arts eight years ago and I work as a waitress at this cool café.”“So, you’re an artist,” he said, nodding. “Nice.”“Yes, I have a studio in my apartment and I try to paint every day. That’s why I like being a waitress because it doesn’t tap into my creativity.”“What about you?” I asked, glancing over at his laptop.“I’m a writer... novels and short stories, but lately, mostly.