And I have been done on the orders of my Master.” Ignoring the question, Hazel and Jaqueline continued to feed off Ruth’s breasts. “Odd, perhaps...” said Ruth, “but probably not to be unexpected given that we are all submissive. Who is your Master, Mary?” “I really don’t know, I thought that it was Bob, but now I am not so sure. Linda won’t tell me anything, she says that they just get told what to do to me.”It seemed that Ruth’s breasts were empty then, because the others unlatched; both of them. She sat there and pissed and then as though this was the most normal thing, washed herself, pulled up her briefs and walked back downstairs with me. She carried on as normal, chatting away. I could see she was drunk though and let her have a couple more before deciding we should leave. I did not want others knowing what she was like when drunk.On the drive home, she dropped off to sleep in the car. About 9 miles from our house, I remembered a "lovers’ lane," and also the rumours that it was. Then, while kissing I touched her boobs which were very soft and big. Her nipples were hard. I knew she was horny. While pressing her boobs with one hand I slowly approached her pussy with the other. She didn’t stop me. Slowly I reached her vagina.She was completely shaved down there. She was prepared for it. Then I made a bold move. I pushed my middle finger inside it the next second she grabbed my hair and started kissing hard. Later, I pushed two fingers slowly and passionately. I love to do. We wanted it to be something they’d enjoy but not too ostentatious. Jo was the one to come up with the idea we went with. We were pretty sure the Calhouns were largely self-sufficient in fruit and vegetables but it was probably boring, being limited to what would grow on the mountain. So we put together a basket of non-local fruit that we reckoned the Calhouns would readily recognise and enjoy, including oranges, grapefruit, bananas, pineapples, mangos, lemons and limes.“Why, thank you,” said.