The tarp overhead would offer some protection but not much. Ash had set his tent up closer to the storm on purpose, Brock didnt like the rain and Mist... could stay dry if she decided against her plots and plans. He didnt mind, and the tent would stay mostly dry. He lied down and shut his eyes. It felt like a minute, maybe two. Lightning broke and the thunder rumbled a bit, and the rain pelted the side of the tent. Ash heard the sound of rustling in one of the other tents. After a few seconds. When I finally got her home we spent no time going upstairs so I could put my plan into action, Anne being Anne was very much up for it. I told her to get on her hands and knees and I placed the blindfold over her eyes. Then I demanded that she lay down on her front with her ass sticking in the air and she then put her hands behind her back and I applied the cuffs. At this point she was completely at my mercy.I then lubed up my cock and stuck it into her tight ass, and she was going absolutely. "She guided him in the way she wanted him to please her. She shrieked out an orgasm but continued moving her hips careful not to make his bladder suffer. 'This chick knows how to screw', he thought, allowing her to set the pace. It seemed like forever but it was less than five minutes when he filled up and shot his load into her."That was the nicest one yet," she praised him. "I like a guy who hasn't showered for a day. You are giving off a smell that is certainly a turn on that is a definite. "*If you say no, I will fade. I'm scared. Don't let me die.*Cassandra hadn't a clue whether she imagined this, or what it meant.On an impulse, she held her hand out to touch the entity. It took hera moment to realize the feedback she received was the same sensationshe experienced when she viewed masterpieces.The debate could rage for the next thousand years over what peopleexperience by viewing a 'masterpiece'. It is a mystery - one man'scapacity to receive another's deepest emotions simply.