. all the time. You with me?"Was she? Lynn wasn't sure, but she swung up from the bed forcing a smile. She couldn't very well put down something she k...ew nothing about, besides, she felt certain they would be leaving all this behind them shortly, since she had arrived with the money. She guessed that she could endure a measure of the much-talked about uninhibited generation and its infamous non- culture. After all, she wasn't any damned prude... and it might just turn out to be fun... at the. Not that my money or my good-looking persona couldn't achieve me that. Being almost thirty, I was already experienced in a lot of stuff: ménages, outdoors, role-plays… the hardest part of BDSM became my favorite. However, none of it ever captivated me as much as the thought of raping a girl. Not only raping, but also turning her into some kind of slave, a real slave, not just a submissive. Just thinking about that used to make my blood boil and, the moment I met her, I knew it was meant to be. There would be time for solitude during the winter.As I drove, I was trying to think how I was going to get a full sixty gallon barrel from the rack to the pickup truck. That's when I remembered the overhead track in the cave that can be used with a block and tackle to lift the barrels onto the racks. There was the funny looking hand truck that I used to haul the barrels full of wine from the pressing area to the storage cave. That was going to work, except I had to lift the barrel up and later. I needed no second invitation! I had never “had the pleasure” but had seen and read enough porn to help me through this!I leant in smelling the musky aroma of her arousal, her pussy lips were already wet as I slowly licked the slippery moistness from the top of her clit back up towards her ass-hole. I revelled in the sexy fleshy flavour of her cunt, free to lick and suck on her as she wantonly crouched there with her ass boldly pushed out for my attention.I licked again deeper than the first.