Grabbing the tote bag my Master had given me, I follow a barely visible path through the trees and brush to a small clearing, barely twenty feet acros.... I drop my bag in front of an oak tree and retrieve the rope I'd been told to bring. I tie one end securely around my left wrist and kneel with my back against the tree trunk, wiggling my wide-spread knees to each side until the bark caresses my spine through my thin summer dress. I don the blindfold Master had provided, and wrap my arms around. It was wonderful. I was so full. On every stroke, in and out, the crown of his manhood would rub across my most sensitive spot, leaving me gasping in sexual delight. I clutched his ass and pulled him to me more rapidly. The rhythm of our fucking increased. After only five minutes, Ryan was slamming his shaft into me. I rocked with the force of each blow, my small tits bouncing. We were moaning and grunting. I yelled my pleasure when I orgasmed the first time. Our sweat pooled on my body. Every. That was okay. What she had to tell him was something she needed to say in person, so she just left a message asking him to come see her right after work.Danielle’s relationship with Michael was very complicated. Their fathers were cousins and business partners. Michael’s father was an archaeologist and Danielle’s dad was the team photographer. The two families lived and work in such close contact that even though their kids were six years apart, Mike and Danielle grew-up like brother and. He’ll tire soon and find one of many favorite napping spots.We continue south until the ship channel intersects with the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway, and this time we turn west. Soon it’s just us cruising through the marshes and low-lying prairies of south Louisiana, a single tow visible a couple of miles ahead of us.Privacy.Giggle. “Remember right before we got out of bed this morning?” she smiled.“Uh, yeah...” I grinned.“Me first,” she said, leaning back against me, unbuttoning her jeans and.