Cindy spread the blood over my body again. They left and I was alone again with the regular flash and bang. However, I was so tired I fell asleep. Whe... I woke up, I was hanging with my arms from a tree branch in the garden. Two chains around my wrist held the whole weight of my body, my feet hanging in the air. Cindy and Andy were standing in front of me, both had MMA gloves and were in a boxing pose. Andy had taught her boxing before at the gym. Now I was the punching bag. Cindy was able to. You'll not do better. It will be much happier round here as well with him as Master. We knew that the first time he came down here. The cottages were in a bad way. He spoke to Alfie and suggested that if the men did the work, he would provide the materials and forgive the rent until the cottages were right again. No other master would have done that, certainly not old Sir Dashwood. May he rot!" I could empathise with that feeling, Sir Dashwood would hardly exchange the time of day with Daddy. With these thoughts Barak was lost in lusty thoughts as the jet thundered onwards.Meanwhile in Washington, Bill Clinton was not a happy camper at all. Since that bitch Monica Lewinsky had "opened her mouth" he had not been able to get any pussy. The Secret Service were under strict instruction by the First Lady to not allow any nookie for him. All the White House interns were now recruited from the ranks of the Lesbian Society of America and hand picked by Janet Reno for their ugliness.Clinton. Are those my panties?! Jenna felt a warm wet spot in her leggings, putting her hand over the fabric, she was turned on but disgusted, watching her son jerk his dick while smelling her panties. But oh my god his gorgeous cock. Thick, smooth, long, and a beautiful set of cum filled heavy balls, jiggling with the motions of him jerking that big dick. Deciding not to ruin his fun. Walking back to my bedroom I slipped my hand down my leggings and felt a warm wet feeling. Oh my god. What was I doing?.