So I slid my hand under the blanket and over to her crotch. She had undone her pants and pulled them down a little and moved her panties out of the wa.... I slid my hand underneath hers and found an extremely hot, wet cunt which I began stroking as if it were my own."Suddenly, I became very aware that my own cunt was both hot and wet, and I was a little worried about the dark spot that was rapidly growing on the small crotch of my bikini. But I just pressed my legs together a little, first to. Unusually, it was just a few minutes before a pleasant looking woman in her mid or possibly late thirties, with deep red hair and a brilliant smile came in through a door opposite the one that we’d entered by.“Calista?” she asked.Cal raised her hand.“That’s me, but please, I prefer just Cal,” she said.“Cal it is then, I’m Doctor Mary Benson, if we’re being formal, or just Mary if you prefer.”She led Cal into the back office, after suggesting that they’d be at least an hour, so if we wanted,. " I stroked my cock back to hardness and then draped myself over Mistress's lap. She whacked me 20 times. She was much stronger and accomplished than the others and by the time she was through I was squirming and howling desperately with each blow."This is hot work. Kneel before me worm."She stood before me and let her robe fall to the floor. She wore a green bustier and her tits bulged out with huge erect nipples. She was wearing only a green garter belt and her naked cunt, framed by a bush of. She didn't know why she was enjoying these late night trysts with the water nymph so much – after all, she was accustomed to being the one in control – but something about how helpless she had felt made her wet just thinking about it.Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she sat up and looked around her to try to make sense of what time it was. From the sounds of bustle outside, and the brightness of the sun leaking through the gap between the tent and the ground she guessed that it must be.