"How's Linda?" I asked."Lovely," she answered simply."I'm proud of her," I said."She worships you." Why?" Damned if I know," she replied. She giggled ...nd I chuckled. Carefully leaning over Fanny, she gave me another kiss, soft and loving, a kiss goodnight. Nothing needed to be verbalized. Relaxing against Fanny, she soon slept as did I.Waking to the dark amber eyes of Clara delighted both of us. "Hey," she whispered. Before answering her, she kissed me ignoring morning breath. "Thank you for. " "Please, what, slave?" "Please make my asshole big, please fill it up, master." "That's right, I am your master. I own you. I can shove anything inside of you. If I want to, I can fuck you on the street." "Sounds good, sir." "That sounds good to you, slave? You know, this isn't something that will "just be over soon", no, no. I own you. You are my PROPERTY. If I want to I can lock you in a dungeon with a vibrator and make you cum for days. If I want to I can invite twenty of my closest. It’s just that ...” Her voice trailed off. She had opened up the subject of sex without reservation, so I followed up without reservation as well by saying, “If you don’t mind me asking, what about satisfying yourself, privately I mean?” She looked me straight in the eye now. “Well, yes, I’ve tried. But to be honest it just hasn’t worked for me. I don’t know, it’s not what I imagine how things can really be I suppose.” Once again she averted her eyes. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve said too much now. Roy cupped Sams flushed face with both hands and brought her lips to meet his, a gentle lingering kiss … the kind you have just before drifting off to sleep. Roy pulled her up onto his lap and cuddled her on his shoulder for a few precious moments… both simply drinking in the atmosphere and company. They shook the pine needles and ants out of their stuff and got dressed, stopping for a moment to enjoy the view back down the creek valley they had hiked up earlier. Roy hoisted the pack onto his.