I am a very bad influence on a lot of people, but she was just waiting for someone to bring it out. The ‘it’ was a pixie spirit. She was, is, and ...lways will be my pixie. We started talking on line. Just getting to know each other and talking about our lives. It was all completely innocent but , again, I am a bad influence and we started to get a little deeper than we should have been. We started talking about what we liked and didn’t like when it came to love. Then we move on to talking about. Baboon!” and slapped him as hard as I could across his face. My reward was to be sent flying again. He just twist his waist and hoisted with all his strength and I took off like a helpless leaf. I went over the edge of the platform where, thankfully, he had seen mound of hay still waiting to be thrashed. I went to scream but I just got a mouthful of hay and spluttered.He just followed after me:“Cheeky little slut!” He shouted and landed next to me in the hay. With one incredibly strong hand he. For a moment I was lost in the pleasure surging through me, with no thought about being heard. In the morning I awoke early with a need to pee, and slipping on my nightie crept across the hall to the bathroom and relieved myself. My return woke Darleen who in turn went for her morning constitutional, she remained naked and returned to join me in bed. We must have spent at least a couple of hours just petting and kissing each other, enjoying finger fucks as we masturbated each other. Soon I. The relief he felt was followed by worry. What would Julia do when she discovered this? He didn't know how long she'd be gone. If she was fucking herself again, maybe she'd be gone awhile and it could dry before she came back. At least his cock felt better. It wasn't straining against the fabric anymore.Julia returned quicker than he thought. Either she got off faster than he thought, or she decided not to. Either way, he knew he was going to have a problem. She stood on the side of the bed..