Each man had been viewers logged onto John's live sex channel from our last meeting. When John heard I was being a bad slave and not meeting him this ...eekend he decided I needed to pay for disobeying him. He reached out to his viewers and asked who lived near Lake George. He told the men who answered him that I needed to be taught a lesson and all of them could teach it to me for the right price. These four met the right price. John walked over to the chair, sat down, then picked up his camera. " We both stopped at once, then she giggled, put the can back in her huge purse, and started toward the door. I said "Hey wait, you gotta help me with that shit. I mean, the fucking square root of x plus y, what is that shit."Sue just closed the door, turned around and sat down at the table in front of the couch. "Shut the goddamn window, stud, get some clothes on, so I don't have to gape at your anatomy, and comb your hair. I'll admit it, you really are hung. Meanwhile, what's the last. Her buttocks came off the couch and he slid her panties down her legs. Oh, God, oh, God! He tugged at her leg as he slid the panties down over her foot and slipped off her other leg. He dropped them onto the floor and his hand returned to her cunt.His fingers dug in, stroking up and down betwen her pussy lips. No! No! "Ohhh," she moaned when he found her clit. I can't--I can't stop, I--, she thought as her hips began to rut into his caressing hand. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried."Yeah, you're ready,". “Umm excuse me,” I said, after lightly knocking on the door. “I was hoping to get something to eat, if it is not too much trouble.”The man turned to me and smiled. He was about six feet tall, with a burly build. He had a thick white hair and white beard and he kind of reminded me of Santa. He was wearing the same sort of everyday clothes that others seemed to have. He was also wearing a leather smock that had smears of blood, flour and other food residue.“Of course, young Pathios,” he uttered.