The winery itself - a majestic, three-story building of classic Spanish architecture - sat on the far west end of the property, right off the paved en...rance road. It was surrounded by a huge, immaculately maintained lawn that was landscaped with hedges, flower gardens, palm trees, and a large brick barbecue enclosure. Just beyond the lawn, between the winery building and the start of the vineyards, was a round duck pond, about three hundred feet in diameter. In the center of this pond was a. Unclipping my bra and pulling it down to improve your view."Play with them for me, pet." "Of course, Master."I circle them with my nail before rubbing them between my fingers. You watch me lick a fingertip before touching them again and pinching them. I ring my fingers around my right areola and smile at you. Playing with my tits as your cock hardens and you hear the hitch in my breathing. "Would you like Master to touch your tits?" "I would love it, Sir." "Beg me." Please Master, please touch. Becky thought the scene she walked into at the frat house was more like what she expected--an actual party was happening here complete with loud music, beer pong, and of course beer. She couldn't have been in the house for more than a minute when Trip gave her a large plastic cup full of what she guessed was beer. Even though she was hesitant, Trip's smile once more disarmed her and she took her first sip of beer.Trip couldn't help but grin, knowing the large beer he just handed her was laced. "I always forget how loud this thing is." Mindless of the words her face seemed everything but sorry."Don't worry, not my day. Are you going to California?" Yes, jump in. And don't worry I'm not secretly a creepy dude. Although that's probably what one would've said. Wouldn't it?." She said with what seemed her perpetual smile.I got in her plain Volkswagen camper van. Everyone seemed to have one these days, not just the Hippies. An old thing of a véhicule, dirty tires as if she'd come straight.