" Come on Brit, Sometimes a bomb is just a fishing pole." I said."And sometimes a bug is a microphone. There are no coincidences, till we find out who...wants to bug you." he said."Well at least the coffee is good," I said."That it is, too bad you can't get a decent cup of tea in this country," he said laughing."I shouldn't tell you this, but if you buy a box of good tea, that coffee machine is supposed to make excellent tea as well." I said. "There is a first class grocery store here. I have. ”“Yes mistress.”She paused and put the blindfold on him.“And anything *I* say, too.”“Yes mistress.”“And *all* women!”“Yes mistress.”“Women will tell you what to do and you will obey.”“Yes mistress.”“What will you do for them?”“Uh…”“The answer is ‘anything’.”“Anything… mistress.”“And if a woman tells you to do something you. I felt the last stream erupt and began to pull back. I felt my sons tongue on every inch of me as I slide out.I laughed at that. He laid down beside me and I wrapped him in my arms. We laid there until we both feel asleep. The rest of our time at the lake was spent much the same way. We did fuck in every possible place in every possible way. We both took our time loading things up, reluctant to go back to our "normal" lives. I had a feeling though, that neither of our lives would ever be the. He walked around to my backside and I felt him writing something across my ass cheeks.He gave me a hard swat on the ass and left the room, chuckling. Show time I lost all track of time as I lay there immobilized and blindfolded the taste of another man still fresh in my mouth. In those quite moments alone, my mind began to race filled with images of being gang ****d by a horde of black men. I felt a stirring in my loins that denied any objections I could have made. It's true I'm a slut. My.