’ Another rather squeaky fart escaped from Anne’s bottom and a rapid succession of soft plops landed in the pan beneath her. ‘That feels better....I needed that.’ Barnaby put his hand to his mouth. His eyes were beginning to water at the smell. ‘Phew, it stinks in here!’ Anne couldn’t resist a wicked grin. ‘Well, what did you expect? The scent of roses and carnations?’ ‘Well, no.’ ‘Precisely. Have you ever seen a woman take a dump before?’ ‘No, Aunt Anne.’ ‘Well you have today. Whilst we pee. .” The count moaned with each motion, and soon came inside her. Eliana turned her face to hide her frown of disappointment. The count stood and wiped his already flaccid penis with the sheets, and dressed himself. “That was great, my dear.” He said, out of breath. “I must go now. I have a meeting with the consortium.”Eliana didn’t respond, and sighed to herself after her husband left. She rose from the bed and cleaned herself, and looked at herself in the mirror. The countess had been truly. We knew how each other looked as we had shared our pics in one of the chats.I was waiting for her in the cafe and there she was, walking towards me. I was quite stuck by her appearance and the smile that she carried. We greeted each other and choose to have a soft drink. Upon complimenting her for the way she looked, she said that I have much more to see with a naughty smile on her face. The evening was building up and we decided to head home.Once we got home, she asked me to get comfortable. I. Not knowing what will happen next, slave wants to struggle but she knows bound, gagged, naked there's no way she can fight.At the cabin Mistress hog ties her on the cold deck, slave is freezing yet sweating, her body weight crushes the clamps under her, her nipples are on fire.Goosebumps cover her back, her red welted ass, her slim succulent legs, her nectar running down her thighs puddling beneath her hips her brown eyes glassy glazed over with desire.Mistress sits back in a chair and rests,.