Where do you want me to put this?" he asked her.Christine stared at the size for a moment, the thickness of it. She knew exactly where she wanted it p...t."Fuck me with it, Master. Put it in my pussy and fuck me!" she asked him."Good answer, slut!" he said.He grabbed a couple of scarfs from her draw once more, and began to tie each of her ankles to the far end of the bed frame.Now she couldn't really move an inch, trapped to the bed yet appearing calm with the trust she had in Jack.He placed the. "How is college?"He barked out a quiet laugh. "Suddenly you're interested in my school life?" I've always been interested," I told him. "Just because I haven't asked recently..." Well forgive me for assuming you don't care."He was quiet for a minute, and I thought maybe I'd have to tug on his shirt again, but then he spoke. "School's fine. Not much to report." How are your classes?" So so." Your professors?" They're there."I eyed him suspiciously.He gave me a big, mischievous grin. "The parties. Our tongues danced together as they had so many times previously in the last day. But this time, there was something more. An understood feeling of love and safety. This did not mean, however, that there was no more heat. There was plenty. I inserted my cock into her and slowly and gently pushed in all the way, then pulled out to the head. She was already secreting so much juice that it made the slow movements glide and seem heavenly. Neither of us were in any rush, and there was. She worked her way along a row of shrubs and then came to one she didn't think she'd seen before-- broad leaves on a clinging vine, and here and there a white bell-shaped flower with a shocking pink interior. She lifted one frond up and took a whiff of it-- musky and strong, not sweet-- and as she did a loose berry rolled off the plant and dropped into her mouth. She gasped in surprise-- and in an instant she had swallowed it, quite inadvertently.Oh dear! she thought. This could be quite.