I thought of everything, the repercussions, how potentially wrong it would be for me to do that. The way she said it, so surprisingly decided, there w...s no way I would deny myself of fucking Jelly.In less than three seconds of internal debate, I inhaled deeply and pulled her up, Jelly suppressing a playful little scream so as not to wake Allie up, and I carried her to an outside corner of the house, between a concrete pathway and trees. I let her on her feet in the dark, facing the house's. It was back in shape in no time and Susan mounted up for her ride as soon as it was. After my excellent work the edge was off my urgency and I took my time to slow lope between Susan's legs and it was an excellent trip. It was a little strange to me since it seemed they should all fell the same when we were doing it, but they didn't. They each had their own way of shaking their asses with my dick up them and even though they were all wonderful they were all different. I guess it was true.. As they do so Trevor will herd them through a small obstacle course. The slaves will not know which way they are supposed to go and will be forced to find his or her way by following the lead of the ridding crop Trevor will hold in his hand. If the slave does not go the right way they will be hit with the crop." The Master in Training stood back and allowed Trevor to round up the first slave. He was dressed as a lion with orange-yellow ears and a long tail, his tall, lanky frame made it. Behind the thick black frames of the glasses perched on the tip of her nose, she avoided eye contact with all her fellow commuters. Her shoulder length fiery red hair was pulled back in a sever bun. She wore an old battered trench coat wrapped tightly around her, in a somewhat useless effort to let the cavernous garment disguise her stunning figure. Her right hand gripped her briefcase firmly. She swung her arm in a manner that somehow told the world she was quite ready to use the briefcase as.