He briefly inspects me as I stand awaiting the directions he might give this morning. He stands behind me now and I feel his hand slip inside the leg ...lastic of my panties and run across the smoothness of my ass to grasp the leg elastic on the other side. His huge hand easily grips both sides and pulls the fabric together in a bunch to briefly transform the bikini panties into a thong.I feel the gusset at the crotch of the panties draw tight against my fully flushed pussy. My lips are bloated. Plunders my booty. Buggers me. Rams my rump. You get the idea.“I’d love to wear your collar, too. Maybe even one where you attach and detach a leash to it. I don’t think that you quite realize how much I love the idea of being your pleasure slave. Yes, I read the works of John Norman, his novels of Gor. I found the idea of being a kajira, a sex slave, truly delightful. That’s what I really crave from you.“The only thing that kept the Princess Leia slave costume from being hotter was that she. Michael was troubled by these thoughts, but becoming wetter and wetter as he was also turned on by them. It had taken Jenny many hours to calm down. She was even beginning to enjoy Michael's overwhelming change. It seemed that he was turning gay, after all. Awash in her hormones and body, his mind was being flooded with the horny desires of Liz. He was taking on her physically motivated tastes and needs. His thought processes were changing to that of a sexually charged teenaged nymph. It was. " Who are they?" A gang I never read about, the big gang in Florida are the 'Outlaws', the tee-shirts all said "Hells Bells Motorcycle Club" their logo looked like a devil or daemon ringing a big school bell." OK we will keep a look out for them." Thanks"After I got out of the car, Corey told me, "Dave you finally got back. Come around back and see what we just got."As we come around the corner we see two brand new 'Winnebago's" with two small SUV. They sleep six, and the cars will haul six, or.