I gasped involuntary,both from pain and ecstasy. My nipples were always very sensitive and erect,and I loved when my king treated them rough. His hand...moved to spread my thighs;he opened me wide and revealed my cleanly shaved pussy. " Whose pussy is that?" he asked. " Yours, my king" "Call me Master." He commanded. " I am your Master from now on…" "This pussy is yours, Master." "That's right. This is my pussy. Always open for me. Always ready. Just formy pleasure." He kept stroking it, parting. One time she and I had been there n vacation for a week and she asked both of them to safe their loads up for when we get home. She had them both over and their pumped their balls into her vagina so that she was unable to hold it all in. That day she made me start cleaning her while both of them watched. She knows I love her legs in nylon so each day when she gets home from work she takes off her skirt and walks around in just pantyhose. She always wears coffee colored Leggs shear to the waist. He probably weighed no more than 150 lbs. His arms and legs were thin, lack of muscles or tone. He was wearing overalls with 1 of the shoulder straps unhooked and a t-shirt. Clean shaven. Friendly like, really.Once at in hotel and in his room ... he suggested that he would pay me ... whatever the going rate was ... I blushed at his suggestion that he thought I was a prostitute. He asked if I was and I told him, “No, that I wasn’t”.He smiled and asked, “If I had ever done anything like that?” I. His offer was accepted with alacrity by James, so much so that it didn’t seem as though I was included in the invite. Anyway, looking around farms in the dark didn’t do much for me, so I offered to help Amanda with the dishes, and told James that he had better take his backpack, as if he was looking at the farm and barn, he might as well sleep there. “That is fine by me”, was his reply as he followed Jeff out of the door, with a rather theatrical wink. By now, with a few beers and a full.