My inbox contained dozens of messages, with as usual, the now obligatory plethora of porn sites. After deleting most of them, as there were few of rea... interest, but there was one from Elaine, my cycling, bookshop friend. She'd been trying to contact me over the past few days, to see if she could come to visit me, possibly stay for a weekend soon. I was all for it initially, but now that Lena was almost a permanent part of my life, it would be difficult. I didn't reply to Elaine straight away,. I ponder as Marina licks my S.M.My girls are welcome with me in the garden - their final treat, tied tightly together between trees.My girls are open for anything new, naughty, weird and wild, for a foxy final to my night as Master.My girls embrace each others with their legs wide spread, ankles tied to trees, only lit by the moon.My girls trib their twats together to keep themselves on the brink of coming, expecting any orders.My girls shiver a bit in the evening breeze. I warm their bodies. We made small talk and he made me a coffee which we took in to the room. We sat next to each other on the sofa and chatted. I took the lead and placed my hand on his thigh, he placed his hand on mine and we rubbed each other’s fingers as we talked. He then leant in for a kiss to which I responded and with gently kissed each other, swapping tongues. My cock was responding again and an obvious bulge had grown inside my panties and trousers. I moved things along and rubbed his cock through his. He’d passed the point of no return, and nowit was time to say what he was here to say before helost his nerve completely. “I’ve already seen him today.That’s not why I’m here. I actually came to see you. Ihave something I need to get off of my chest. Trish, I…”“Oh Randy, don’t,” she tried to cut in as the fullrealization of what he was about to say hit her like aton of bricks.Undeterred, Randy continued. He’d already started.