"I don't have a camera."In an instant, Emma's hand shot under the shirt and came out holding the camera. Robbie made a grab for it, but was too slow, ...nd Emma rolled backwards in the sand laughing.Robbie tried to stay calm. There were no rules against bringing a camera to the beach, and as long as she didn't look at the pictures already on the memory card, he would be in the clear."Oh, that camera," he said."Been a naughty boy, have you?" said Chayla, teasingly."I don't know what you mean.. ” “I know.” “We would lose everything.” “I know.” Despite all the solid arguments she was making my hands continued to fondle her large, hanging breasts. They were being covered, rather than supported by the plain purple and black plaid one-piece swimsuit she was wearing. Between responses I buried my face into her black curly hair and continued to bite and nibble on her neck. Between her protests she moaned and gasped. My own swimsuit was doing nothing to conceal my hardness as I pressed into. We kept a specially adapted sex bench, Sir had it made to his exacting design. “Strip kitten” I quickly removed the rest of my clothes, I’d already angered him, I didn’t want to push it any further. “What happens to naughty kittens who don’t do as they are told and stick to my rules” “they get punished Sir” I whispered, fear and excitement In my voice. “Climb on the bench and wait while I fasten you in place” I climbed on, my face in the head hole, my arms on the soft sides and my legs behind. We were trying to get her pregnant, but our efforts weren't successful yet. After two years trying we went to a doctor and confirmed our ability to generate children. The doctor recommended patience and we were still trying. Today I was intent on try once more.I clicked the TV on and started the channel surfing. I glanced on the watch. A quarter to seven. I checked the food and decided to lower the setting to minimum. At seven o'clock I started to get uneasy. Butterflies in your tummy, you.