It was better that she lose a beach towel than her immortal soul.How lucky she'd been to be rescued by two such fine and holy young men as Jeff and Bi...l! She'd lain on that wretched beach for hours, propositioned left and right by lusting males, by old men and young boys--and she'd been tempted to go with them. That was the terrible thing--she'd been sorely tempted. If Bill and Jeff hadn't come along, sweeping across the beach with the rest of their evangelical group like a holy fire purging. Instead, I was bucking, moaning, and groaning like the cheapest slut I had ever seen. The worse part was, I couldn't seem to stop. When it was over, I gave Master's cock a squeeze, and milked the last drop of pearly liquid from His magnificent cock. He captured it with a finger and fed it to me. It was delicious, salty sweet. "Mmmm- you know . . . I wanted You to cum in my mouth," I admitted. Why was I telling him this? Why was I was suddenly so weak? "I wanted to as well, but I. He had me remove the butt plug, put it in my mouth to clean it, and shove the shaped ginger in place of the butt plug. It felt cool on my tormented asshole for a few moments. Then the burning pain began, and didn't stop for about a half hour while I sucked His cock again, not to completion this time. I rolled the condom over His swollen cock and removed the ginger root butt plug. He fucked me on the edge of my bed, roughly, pulling on my hair, smacking my ass and back with a leather strap. He. When I begged him to continue; it came back again! Not as ferocious but damned good. When we finished, there was maybe twenty minutes of just soft afterplay and some very hard kissing. Naturally, everything that went along with it. The strange thing was what happened next; I guess it’s just my submissive self falling in love or lust. We were both nude except for my top that was completely unbuttoned. He’d worked my little tits over so long that they were ultra sensitive and a little sore…not a.