I gave her a couple of Tens, and told her to go up front and get rolls of quarters with them. I put the handle in her hand, and told her to act like I...still have it in MY hands.I watched as she went up to the counter, she kept her proud stance. The lady knew what the bills were for, and gave her the rolls.It was on her way back to me that she got the first question. An overweight 40 something, asked her about the leash. She answered a little louder than she needed to, but I think she was hoping. She knew that there was dark desire swirling within her, and it was something that had never been fulfilled. The few partners she’d had after Scott had been mechanical, inexperienced, or much too fast, or worse, an unsatisfying combination of the three. She could see Scott so clearly in her mind. His frame hunched over her as he held her legs open, his palms pressed to the back of her thighs, her knees bent near her shoulders as her forced her open and rutted into her. ‘Oh, god, Scott, yes,. At night they were unbearable. Fortunately, we had learned that the smoke from the damp grass kept them at bay. Luckily we hadn’t seen a jaguar, but we had rifles in case we did. Mike finished his explorations and we set up camp which was basically a couple of sleeping bags covered with mosquito mesh and the fire for cooking, boiling water, and safety. We had a light dinner of some smoked birds I had caught and cooked yesterday, determined our approximate location and went to sleep, our weapons. ”Mike smiled at that and then forced a fourth finger in her. This caused her to shift and moan.“Have you ever been fisted, Slut?”“No, Daddy, and I am not sure I can be, as my pussy is so tight. Oww, four is way too much, please take one out.”“Sorry, Slut, as your Master I must push you outside of your comfort zone, so today I am going to stretch your little pussy and fist your cunt. I hope you enjoy this as I think I might have a surprise for you.”“Oh, Daddy, what..is..it?” Jill stuttered, but.