I made it onto the next branch, then I had to stretch right across to the branch that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I vir...ually did the splits above Jon and the old man. I glanced down to see Jon smiling and the old mad drooling. The branch that I stretch out to wasn't as solid as it looked and my legs opened even further. I started to fall and my arms grabbed out for anything they could find. They found the branch that I was trying to get on, and I just saw the. ‘Didn’t you like it?’ He asks coldly.I knew better this time.‘I did.’‘Great, there’s more later.’He takes off his shirt. His muscles gleam in the dimlight.‘Stand up,’ he says while taking off his pants.He comes closer, turns me around and unties my hands.Only to tie them back, this time in front of me.‘Down.’I kneel.‘No,’ he smiles triumphantly. ‘On all fours.’My heart drops. How much humiliation is. He lifted me so that were face to face.“Jesus, Mike,” he panted. “Jesus.”He put his lips to my forehead and held them there. There was no pucker, no smack; he just held them there. After several seconds, he released me. As I turned to return to my room, he patted and squeezed my ass cheek.“Mmmph,” he grunted. "Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me." And he winked.Ron gathered some clean clothes and headed for the shower."You should grab a shower, too; this whole house smells like fucking," he. Sitting on the couch, my mug balanced on the Bump, I contemplated my girlfriend’s peachy arse. Its paleness screamed, ‘defile me.’ Of course, I’d regularly done that. But, never in public before.Whimpering, my little whore wiggled her butt, the dew on her smooth pussy coalescing and dripping onto the balcony floor. Seeing Rosie fidgeting with anticipation, had me taking my time; another hour’s slut-squirming for my girl.“Miss?” she eventually pleaded.Now motivated, doe and nipple clamps in.