A close up of her damp sex, clit erect, another of her nipples erect too, a demonstration of her arousal. Her face expectant, eyes bright as diamonds,...even this original type of coloured printing unable to supress the urgent expectation of her willing desires.Another page, four prints each more savage than the last, cuts appearing on her breasts, in the first, her head thrown back screaming either in pain or extasy, who knows, as the leather bit. The next her belly with the same savage marks,. I listened to Swifty's throaty gurgle out her pipes with immense satisfaction on the drive to the lake. It wasn't only males who could appreciate that sound or the machinery that produced it. I don't know where that appreciation came from as no one in my immediate family was a car freak, but I certainly wasn't complaining.I'd been out and about the Lake as a high school senior when I visited my grandmother for most of a summer, and knew of a secluded, out of the way little spot to take my. The note read, "wear this, and meet me at 3245 Wellington Road, apartment 401." I didn't recognize the address but had an idea of where Wellington road was.I showered, making sure to shave everything, moisturized, and then opened the box to find the black thong you had chosen for me, a pair of classic black high-heels and a beige trench coat. With a small smile, I slipped into the thong and proceeded to finish getting ready. Red lip, black eye-liner, and straightened hair it would be. I know. We remained on I-44 all of the way to Oklahoma City, where we stopped for the night. The new vehicle drove very well and was a pleasure to ride in.On Tuesday, the 9th of May, we left Oklahoma City late after a night of sex. Following our now regular routine, we were on the road by 10:00 that morning and took I-40 to Amarillo, and then on to Tucumcari, New Mexico. From there we drove another fifty-five miles or so to Santa Rosa, NM, which has a couple of lakes near it.We chose to visit Lake.