He stared, gape-mouthed at the clock as they fucked him, unable to make sense of the numbers, awake but absent. Neither Brad, nor piggy, but something...more base. A vessel. A wounded, horny vessel. You're a broken-minded slave Sir's voice echoed in his head. That wasn't so bad was it? There were worse things to be. More painful, more miserable things.He jerked awake suddenly at the sensation of a hand stroking his hard-on. His eyes resolving on the clock. It was t-minus 10 minutes."That woke his. The rising water splashing on my inner thighs is what woke me up. I looked over at Debbie. She was still fast asleep. Apparently the beer had more of an effect on her. She looked so beautiful under the cover of the morning skies as the sun began to rise in all it’s glory. The rising waters were splashing at her inner thighs as well, but yet she remained asleep to the world. I sat for some time just admiring her gorgeous hair and face in the morning light as she lay there quietly in the sand.. ‘I’ll bet you’re ravenous aren’t you?’ Vivienne purred up at him. ‘Here it is nearly midnight and you haven’t had a bite of supper.’ Taking their arms she drew them both to the banquet table, her slim curvaceous figure filling all Cliff’s hungering senses with her charms, while Sarah read the knowing amusement in the girl’s lovely features. Turning to Cliff Vi put a plate into his hands and drawing him from one dish to the next spooned it full of savories, topping everything off at last with a. .. I'm not sure Mistress. Probably hundreds, I really try to have apretty lingerie wardrobe.-That's right sissy, so tell me, don't you want your investment to lastas long as possible?-Of course I do Mistress.-Correct response Josephine. Now I want you to imagine yourself on a datewith a big, black, handsome man. You are sited together in the movietheater and he suddenly puts his hand over your thigh and he starts torub it. How would your sissy clitty react?-It will probably start to drip sissy.