However, we haven’t had that talk yet. So, you really don’t have any idea of what I’m going to expect from you. You think you know, because you�...�ve seen how I treat my slaves. I’ll tell you once and once only, I love them, all of them, even the bad ones. But, the “Property” is just that; My Property. A thing to use or abuse as I see fit with no questions asked. Are we starting to get an idea of the differences now, you fat little cunt?”If I had thought that what I had just said would make her. .............and then she was out........eyes rolled back..............for a full thirty seconds................she thought, as she lay there immobilized, that it might be a seizure......no, no ..........................just the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in six months or longer.............Silkie woke up a little, still buzzing from all the stimulation and that noseful of coke. Stuff was dripping out of her. Her ass cheeks burned, her butthole hurt, and everything between her. It was more sexual than anything. I guess you could call us fuck buddies with conversations in between.It all started with straight foreplay and fucking - a LOT of foreplay - before things started to shift toward the wilder and wilder side of things. We both had a taste for debauchery and kink that we started to act upon.She was blowing me one afternoon as I lay on the edge of the bed when she moved down to suck and lick my balls. I groaned and moaned, lifted my hips to get more and started to. “Let’s drop our stuff off first.” We hiked through the camp, and we were sweaty and exhausted from carrying the boys gear when we finally arrived at the cabin. We headed inside, and I let the boys pick their spots. They both chose beds adjacent with my own, and set their stuff by the beds. Our day went pretty quick, and we looked through books of activities, planned out some of our time together, got the cabin ready, and ate our meals. It was now dark, and it was an extremely muggy.