" Oh I can fix that!" Sylvia salt brightly. To my dismay, she took thelong black sash that I had worn around my waist and bottom all day andtied it sn...gly across my mouth!Laughing, she laid me on the bed, then tied each ankle to the oppositeknee. Next, she tugged at me until my bound calves were at the foot ofthe bed. "See," She smiled. "Even if she snores through that scarf, thesound will be muffled by the covers. In fact, her head will never beabove the level of our waists!" Hmmm," Clarissa. “You’re such a good little slut. On your knees,” Jenn ordered.“Why?” asked Mandy. Jenn took the belt in her hand and whipped her across the ass. Mandy cried out in both pain and surprise, and stumbled forward a step.“When you speak to me, you are to call me Mistress. Is that clear?” said Jenn.“Yes, Mistress,” said Mandy.“Good. Now on your knees.”Mandy complied. She liked being someone else’s bitch. The thought of how much of a whore she was being turned her on. Her pussy dripped as she thought. Shit. Shit. So many things to do.Dragging the heavy case on, he continued thinking as he maneuvered around a thicket of young trees. Another thing. That plain seems like my best bet for a place to hunt, but dragging the loaded case through these woods is not going to cut it. I need to spend some time clearing a trail. I can smooth up some of these humps and holes with a shovel, and cutting down a bush or small tree every now and then will shorten the distance I have to drag this thing, not to. Carefully I bring the puddle of cum to my lips and lick my hand clean, then start to work further down, inserting two fingers into my pussy, eager for the second, greater orgasm, the inner one that would swell to fill my lower torso with limitless pleasure.My needs finally sated, I sit myself down cross-legged and begin an old meditation exercise that will allow me to sleep and then awaken feeling refreshed.---Troy's Story:OK, so I ran. Who wouldn't? I can still sense him..her..it?, S'he's.