I thought you were absent.’ I told him ‘no I came in late.’ I asked him to change my absent to a tardy. He said ‘Sure no problem. Will you tel... the bitches smoking in the dressing room to spray some damn air freshener.’I laughed at him and pulled a can of glade out of my massive purse. I told him it was my fault I usually bring the glade. He told me to splurge for Lysol next time. I told him to give me five bucks or quit his bitching. My legs were shaking so hard I thought I would bust my ass. Tear my ass up! FUUUCCKK! CUUUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG!” She collapsed onto the grass face first, whimpering and still spasming. Her ass was still in the air, and begging for my continued onslaught. I knew I didn’t have much left in me, so I picked up the pace, working towards my orgasm. Sweat dripped off of me, and down onto her own shimmering and sweaty body. Finally I couldn’t take it and shoved my cock deep inside her and came, eliciting a small moan of approval from Ash. I collapsed on the ground. She was an American, spending the summer in France to practice her (already fluent) French ahead of her last year in high school. She had been taking a walk when the storm had caught her by surprise. ‘I think I might be a little overdressed,’ Sally chirped, mocking my English accent. If the epoch had been later, a phone call would have been made and the wayward girl swiftly returned to her grandmother. But in the mid-90s a cell phone still looked more like a brick than a Star-Trek. I felt his hand on my arse and felt a push on the butt plug and then heard his voice as he enquired of my Master the size and fit. My master replied ?trainer? as the man eased it painfully out, remarked that I was clean and should be good, before painfully easing it back into place before again quickly removing it, applying lube and slapping my rump with the flat of a large hand. His finger then lingered and probed my man whole lubricating me further as he remarked that he preferred them tight.