The farmers and the flyers were interspersed to the point you would have been hard pressed to pick one group from the other. The topic of conversation... other than how beautiful the bride was and how handsome Jim looked, was the new cluster of survivors that we had found.I must have fielded a hundred questions with few answers. I told anyone that asked what little I knew only to find that each person who had been asleep seemed to know more than I did. A lot of what people knew was hope and. Says she still loves him, then asks when we can get together again. He threw her out with nothing. I'm not a complete asshole, so I gave her a little money, paid for an apartment for six months, shit, I'm even paying for the marriage counseling. I eased her down, apologised for messing with her marriage, and thought it best we not see each other until she resolves things with her husband."Well, that earned him points. "Good. Now back to what I was saying. Stop it. You're putting pressure on. Her eyes slid open. "Yes Master ... I am better than alright. You are right to whip your naughty slave. I must remember to be nice to Carol."I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly. "It sounds like you don't really believe that little cunt."Sarah squealed as I pinched her nipples."Stay still slave." I said. "I haven't cum yet ... and you have a very exposed and very wet vagina that can take care of that problem for me."Sarah moaned, and sank back down onto the bed."Yes Master, use my. We couldn't get enough of each other. Fingers curled, stroked, slid, and rubbed in slick juices, they felt so good rubbing fast inside my tight walls. The air filled with a slick sucking noises. He was hitting the right spot, my cuntal muscles clenched his dexterous finger, rippling over it, my climax was building quickly as was my cum. Was his? Suddenly, he pulled his finger out and broke our kiss. My face fell. Kicking off his jeans with a lusty grin, he backed us against a large smooth tree..