Karl brought the flatboat against the bank and Merry stepped nimbly out carrying the picnic basket. He snapped off an overhanging tree limb, thrust it...into the ground, tied the painter to it and joined Merry on their blanket.Once they had eaten their fill and were stretched out in the filtered sunlight, Merry said "I am rather warm, shall we go for a swim?" She stood up and removed her clothing as Karl removed his. Soon they were swimming and playing in the crystal clear water, stopping to kiss. It was delicious. The taste of it drove me mad and made me soaking wet. Being her slaves, we all craved it…we all loved it. Riva just moaned as I licked her clean, grabbing my horn roughly. “A-ahhh…Eyla…You better get in there, Mis- Ahhhnn! …Mistress called for you!” Riva groaned through her pleasure, just as I finished cleaning her up (which was no coincidence). I sigh happily, savoring the taste on my lips, then stand up and nod to my sister, passing by her with a giggle as I see her. I can see your lips reddening and swelling and the juices starting to form at their crease. I look up higher and see your hard clit poking out of its sheath. I cannot stay away any longer and move forward very slowly and softly. I gently lick your swollen lips and lick upwards towards your clit, flicking my tongue across the top of it. I hear you breath in quickly and a light moan escape your lips. I move up and start to run circles around your clit with my tongue and then clamping. He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank.