I felt the swollen flesh touch the back of my throat. I felt him slide it in and out of my mouth. I broke away from his penis. We stripped quickly. I ...ame up behind him, and slowly licked his back. I put my hands around him, and stroked his penis. He let out another of his delicious sighs. I bit him in a gentle tease. He turned back to me, and wrapped his arms around me. My breasts pressed into his chest. His eyes looked directly into mine, and he imparted so much of his feelings into my mind.. If it was BDSM you were after she was very inventive and you had to submit to her completely. The only thing she ever asked was ‘Can I mark you.’ Your answer was the only thing she took into account, then you were hers.I had gone for the BDSM option, having gone years without it, over the phone all had been agreed, including the marking, I had said ‘Yes.’ She was to do as she wished.I arrive at her place on time, was shown to an anti-room and told to undress. Clearly the room was also one of. I got up and removed the diapers, got on all four on the bed, and paddled my ass hard until it got red and sore. Then I measured my rectal temperature (I really hate that) and gave myself an enema three times.It was almost noon when I was finally done and felt quite humiliated and bad about the peeing during the night. I decided I was not done with the shed yet so I once again went there. This time I didn't bury any keys. On the way there I picked some nettle. Inside I found a pulley and that. Ginny and I included.Now satisfied that we are wrapped up warmly enough, she bustles us out.The snow, even here right next to the house, comes up over my ankles, making me glad that we both agreed to Molly's suggestion that we take our wellingtons, instead of regular shoes. They would have been soaked through before we had even gone any distance.The fresh snow crunches under out feet. No other people have come this way, so the surface of the snow has not been disturbed.It always feels a shame.