I was tryingto fight the urge to cry the whole time I made her food, but I was failing.While I set her food in front of her she noticed. "What's the p...oblem?" I got down on my knees before her with my hands behind my back and my headdown. She took my shock collar off and raised my head with her finger underneathmy chin. I looked up at her and trembled. "Tell me what you're crying about." "It's nothing, Ma'am." Of course, she wasn't buying that. She didn't reply, she just stared daggersinto me.. The other boy smiled, his teeth very white in the tempting shadows between his dark lips. Thomas stepped softly between the fronds of the willow and stood before the other boy. Sera was a fair few inches taller than he was and he tilted his head up just a little to look at him.This close Sera smelled of sex and ozone, fresh and crisp in the evening sunlight and the shifting watery shadows cast by the tree."What do you want from me?" Thomas asked in a small voice, aware of how his nervousness. As the grand shaft was placed again at the entrance, Raquel's excitement had become too much for her to stand, and ordered:"No, go I can take a lot of heat here." Marcos cried out:"Yeah, babe, hang tough!!"She had decided to hold on what was coming. The enthusiast lover had placed his massive shaft at the cunt entrance and started to push into the mistress. She didn't object as feeling her cunt split, about to break. The man continued to slide into her but stopped saying:"Oh, damn ma'am!! Can't. “We’d LOVE to go,” they said, “We haven’t had a vacation since the Princessapality. We ran poor Wendy ragged.” They had a good chuckle over that.“You’ll clean up after yourselves,” we three said.“Ooh,” they groaned. But it was simple theatrics. “We’ll be good.”Then they discombobulated, always a trifle disconcerting, and danced around, hugging us and them at random.“We’re going on a sail!!”“Yea!” and other exclamations of little import but extreme joy.“People never ask us to go with,” Seven.