That first climax hit me like a freight train leaving me nothing more than a hot wet smear across the landscape, unstoppable and loud and devastating....My Master smiled at me and told me I was a good girl but there was more, so much more. Unable to take my hands from the headboard I just moaned and my hips rolled and my toes curled as I felt myself being taken from peak to peak.Every inch of my skin felt oversensitive. From the brush of the bedcover material to the light, cool breeze from the. He pushed himself forward but this time he stayed further back so the engorged head of his thick dark cock was right between the lips of my wife’s pussy. His massive erection was only an inch or so higher than my wife’s pussy opening. I can see his dick with streaks of precum dripping wet onto my wife’s pussy and down on the sheets.My wife was totally into the action and she continued to moan erotically letting Steve take totally control of the situation. I was looking at that black cock. ??Time passes slowly but?it is unlikely I am?showing any outward sign of this as the usual nuances of?poised anticipation?are long lost?by the?practised wait in my bedroom many times before. I simply?stand here?for My Master whilst internally?fighting and?winning the insane urge to play with 'my' clit as He often likes me to do whilst waiting for Him.?I'm acutely aware of the dripping. So mind occupying. I look up and let the?sun splash on my face, close my eyes and try to recall long summer. A look of acceptance and pride, but the image that always stuck to me was the beast’s eyes. Golden, wild, and full of malice. Why it had paused to gaze at me, I do not know. So many questions filled my mind about that night, questions that I could only answer when I found that beast that killed them.Once I had finished cutting the boards, I began the next stage in preparing the boards for use. I put the saws inside, near the back door, as I would then use them to turn the scraps into firewood.