Linda showed me to my room, while Geoff poured us drinks. They had a beautiful big house with a large garden. Geoff business was obviously doing very ...ell.We sat in the lounge and caught up on all the happenings of the past few years and the whereabouts of our mutual school friends. The long flight started to catch up with me and I needed to get some sleep. Geoff told me that they were going out for a scan in the morning to check everything was OK with the baby and he would then need to travel. She had built some strength up in me again, and now we were making good progress together. Mataoka took a much more meandering route, often going from tree to tree rather than walking in the open between them, and I began to appreciate that we were now leaving far fewer signs that we’d passed. Were we still being tracked? If Mataoka had been the Indian behind me whom I had seen on the ridge, where there more behind her? Was it her they were chasing? Why had Mataoka come to me?And still we. He ran his thumbs over my swollen nipples, and I could feel pussy juice and fish food running down my ass cheeks. Then he took each tit in his mouth, and gentle kissed and sucked and nibbled on my nipples. I was gasping for air by then, and my uncle backed off. He raised me up again, and swung the tire tube directly over the fish tank. Then he slowly lowered me down until the tube rested on top of the tank, and my ass was totally immersed in water. My uncle grabbed a chair and sat in front of. My skin stung and itched and felt numb and then stung again. My chest hurt from screaming but I kept my head up looking into the camera because that is what Daddy wanted. “Tell them who you are, Krystenah,” Daddy commanded. “I’m your Slut, Daddeeeee.” “What else?” He laid the belt across my thighs and strapped them hard, slowly, again and again and again. “Your Bitch, your Fucktoy, your Slave, MasterDaddy, your Slave…Owwweeeeee, please Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, Master” I started to bawl openly,.