"I had a feeling this was coming but it was still a bit of a shock. With that sense of unreality creeping over me I asked in a soft and unconvincing v...ice. "May I... suck your cock?"Her look of disapproval was as good as a slap. "I don't think you were polite enough, and I don't think you meant it. Mark my words, slut, before this night is through, you WILL mean it. I want you to beg for it. I want you to beg so much that I see tears."I cringed and tried again. "Please... Sir... may I please. She looked me in the eye and said, "I want to taste your cum but you need to hold on because I'm going to cum again."At that point, she started moaning and I felt her body tense yet again. I felt the flow from he vagina coating my nylon covered cock and she slid up and down with ease from the added lubrication. I was doing my best to keep from ejaculating right then.As her body started to relax she dismounted me and she moved her head to my groin. Her tongue out and her focus was on the hard. She said that she didn’t trust him. She felt that he was just a little too slick. John, for his part, was scared spitless of her. He had made the mistake of calling her Susan once. He never made that mistake again.As I leaned on my shovel, I called out, “Hey John, how’s my favorite boy scout? Have you learned how to read a map yet?”He grimaced as he dismounted his horse. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”I had first met John as he was guiding a family from Nebraska. They had. “Serve her right.” I said with a degree of satisfaction. “I’ve not got anything before noon tomorrow.”“That’s what I thought,” there was a long pause then she looked at me with a slight smile. “…..so would you like me to bring you up a cup of tea in the morning?”It must have been my dark mood because I didn’t immediately cotton on to what she was saying then it hit me.I looked at her wide-eyed.“You mean……..?”She nodded, “Well…..the house will be empty so……….” She shrugged her shoulders.I.