.”“That sound good, Charlie. What kind of fish is it?”“Tuna. Homemade. Well, self-caught. The Good Lord made it, but I absconded with it from ...ts abode to mine. All in the rules. Now it’s lunch. Tuna steaks with a salad was all I was planning on.”“Sounds grand. Where and how were you able to catch your own tuna? That generally requires an ocean and some sort of access to a large motorized floating contraption.”“Ahhh, yes, my dear. Water and a boat. One I own, the other I just use occasionally. Always a big shooter from my teenage years, I enhanced the volume of ejaculate through edging. Repeatedly bringing myself to the brink of orgasm and back down was exhilarating. I developed enough ejaculatory control to allow a small percentage of cum to release without triggering a full ejaculation. Thoughts of Jane getting herself off against my body were fresh in my mind as I stroked to the edge. The feeling of her pussy on my torso, thighs, and shaft; and her mouth making love to my cock,. He told me that while they were golfing his dad couldn't stop talking about how nice it was to spend some father and daughter in law time with me. I was glad to hear that the feelings Ron and I felt were mutual.After cleaning up and putting the leftovers away, I walked back into the living room to find Mike sleeping on the couch."Back to the norm" I thought to myself.I made my way to our computer room, plugged in the memory stick and scrolled through the photos that Ron and I took during our. By the time they went round the last time the slaves were clearly exhausted, their bodies glistening with sweat, their little arses cherry red from their 'chastisement' and still the masters drove them on. Eventually one team dropped back the other two qualifying as finalist. Immediately the race was over officials ran onto the track releasing the losing teams from their bondage, handing them tunics to cover their nakedness. Eight of them in a group they headed towards the big house where.