I yearned to touch myself between my legs, to ease the heat that was building up there. The Mistresses now let loose and only hit the poor Bao on her ...ost sensitive spots. I would have screamed and bawled and rolled away by now, but she just stood there, her body taut like a bowstring and tears running out of her pretty almond eyes and dripping from her chin. ‘One hundred ninety-eight,’ I whispered to myself, unable to avert my eyes, ‘one hundred ninety-nine,’ and the final smack of the cane. They were almost exactly like the ones in the residence cave. Unfortunately I didn't have another tub and crapper lying around. I was pretty sure I could at least rig up a shower here but cobbling up a shitter was going to be a problem. Right off the bat I couldn't think of a thing to take the place of one.Maybe it wouldn't matter so much. I didn't envision people living in this cave, not yet anyway. The water would be welcome for the horses though and handy for the few people I intended to. He was aware of several professionals at the tavern he frequented and he had not made use of their services for quite some time so had to get an update on the charges.“My dear Randolph,” the way she usually started a conversation with him, “you’ve done a fine job of information gathering. Let me reward you for that and then we shall determine what charges I shall make for intimate uses of my body.” He marveled at how matter-of-fact and businesslike she could be in such a sensitive area. There. Ana and the ebony couple where nowhere to be seen. As I made my way to the locker room I began to hear muffled sounds. As I got closer I heard a woman’s voice. I looked around one last time and did not see a single soul. I slowly pushed the door open and peaked in. My excitement was crushing the thought of catching the black man and his wife having sex there inside… But I could not have been more wrong or have been prepared for what I saw. The black man stood with his shorts at his ankles. He.