30 a.m and a beautiful day. I found my spot and layed my blanket down along side a breakwater and sat there for a while....Well now is as good a time ...s any!! so I stripped off, my heart was racing with excitment and I felt exhilarated and trully liberated. I then slapped on plenty of sun screen because being on the pale side didn't want to burn....So there I was sitting stark naked on a beach, the gentle breeze blowing all over me and the sun beating down on my vigin nudist body. I started to. My pussy walls were squeezing shut and relaxing wanting to be filled.She sensed my need and worked in three of her fingers, palm up until she found my g-spot. Rather than thrusting her fingers in and out furiously like a porn video, she kept her fingers in at the right depth and then just moved her fingers around, short quick and side to side.And then while she was still sucking in my clit, she started tonguing it. Feather light, rapid. Torture. Every nerve in my body was focused on my. "All of your models are totally bound and gagged," I explained. "That means no safewords. If this were real, they would be totally at the mercy of the person with the button. That is - or can be - torture rather than a BDSM scene unless the sub and dom have a real understanding of each other."I suggested that, for the sake of realism, the models have some readily apparent safeword device, perhaps a brightly colored ball that could be dropped to indicate a limit threshold. If she was truly. Next, the vault began to shake, from mildly to violently, and yet to Zax the disturbance was no more than a slight inconvenience simply due to his weakened state.“Outside?” Zax hoarsely uttered.Down on the floor, his line of sight fell on the window, where he noticed odd shadows moving about on the other side.Getting up, Zax stumbled to see the possible source of the commotion. It was not out of interest or to relieve the boredom. He just did it because there was nothing else to do, apart from.