We were forced to move from our refuge because the sheer volume of people who came threatened to overwhelm us all. Desperate people didn’t care that...you were exhausted. Privileged people expected you to jump at their whim. Rich people demanded you perform for them, as if money was the only motivating factor.One night we secretly packed up our belongings and fled. It was a difficult decision, but after many long nights arguing with the crew, we decided to split up. Antia, Julie and I would leave. “But I…I think I’ve got it now.”“And how wet are you?”She turned her head away and whispered, “Really wet…Master.”I paused, looked away, feeling my uncertainties crowd in on me. “Sara?”She looked up at me, quizzically, “Master?”“Are you okay with the things I’m doing with you…to you? I don’t want the hypnosis to interfere with your enjoyment of this week. Sara, answer me honestly.”She looked down and bit her lip, then said, hesitantly, “Master…I’m kinda ashamed to say it…but I’m loving. .. I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze. You can feel the vibrator inside her, against your shaft, and balls, and it is erotic to know she has both openings filled. You pull out and thrust back in again, grinding against her in a slow motion designed to inflame but not push her over the edge. She is torn, her body starting to respond to your movements, her mind screaming against the fact she is aroused by this. You continue to move in the slow manner, in then out, forcing her to take you over and over again until she gives a.