I see. All right.”He watched as a couple of older men and women, obviously no where near as fit, ran slowly towards the finish line, bypassing the t...ll scramble net that was the final obstacle. Then a couple more came out and did scramble up and over the net.The three paused for a moment, checking to see that the way was clear before crossing the race line. Rudy could see a couple more people struggling towards them. “Large range of fitness levels,” he murmured to no one in particular.“Yeah.. “I can wash that when I get home”, she said, mysteriously. “Mark, get the camera focused on my pussy and get ready for a few shots.” She relaxed back, smiling at the camera, her legs splayed and all her pussy and anus on view since her knees were raised. Then she reached down to her vagina and held the lips apart while she peed slowly, gently and steadily onto the robe-covered towel, smiling dirtily all the time at the camera for a set of most disgusting but wonderful shots. I'd been amazed and. He was going balls deep with every forceful thurst. I looked up and saw Daddy smile and nod in approval from the pool, Beth’s lips tight against his groin, his cock fully down her throat. He was throat fucking Beth, but watching me get fucked. My pussy pulsed again at the idea of Daddy watching me fuck. “Yea I think you do, you dirty little whore!” he cried out, pulling my hair hard, causing me to cry out and lift my body up against his on my knees.“That’s it Missy,” he panted in my ear,. Two when you’ve finished them. What was it he’d said about the lines? For the life of her, she couldn’t remember. She dropped down onto the bed and looked at the ceiling. One hundred lines. That much she was sure of. For the next ten days. But did that mean a hundred lines per day, or ten per day? It must be ten a day, right? Surely, she was overthinking it.She looked at his text again and at the one before but neither provided any clues. She tried to be rational. He probably wouldn’t remember.