Wendy appeared with her wine glass in one hand and the other holding something behind her back. My mistress came back to her machine, leaning over it ...xposing her small but tight breast, ?I guess level 4 isn’t enough, so let’s try level 5.?ZZZZZZZzzztZZZZZZzzztZ?Oh fuck, oh fuck,? went through my head. This was driving me mad. I couldn’t get any friction against my dick, and my hips were constantly thrusting, trying to get some relief. Anything at all rubbing my cock would do it, but nothing. The filet came with a tasty mustard sauce.We drove back to our 'residence, ' turned on the spa, and I got two glasses and a bottle of wine. We had a wonderful start to our holiday.Brambuk, the next day, was a disappointment. Oh, it had some artifacts and many photos and models. But it was largely new and polished. The presentation could have been executed by a modern film company – perhaps it was. I had hope for a live person telling a story. And the shop carried throwing sticks and souvenirs,. * * * * *“Ma’am?” I was seeing the Directors out when the female Director exited. I chased her out to her car.She turned around and upon seeing me jogging out to her, my breasts bouncing, and long hair flying out behind me, she glanced nervously at the street outside the gated driveway and back to me.“My god, you are amazing! You aren’t worried about the street?”I laugh. “Someone would have to be looking at just the right moment. Besides, sometimes I think I would walk down the middle. I stopped and looked around. Apart from bushes and shrubbery, the only privacy in the park was a picnic shelter. I nodded to it and said "Over there". He followed me in silence until we reached the shelter. I leaned my bike against the wall and went inside. It was fairly open on two sides with timber seating around the walls. I walked to the part that looked the best screened and sat down. He came and sat beside me in an awkward silence. I looked at him and said I couldn't do it if he didn't.