As the slave keeper went around her, attaching additional straps around Jennifer's head she wondered just how long she would be punished. She wondered...if the person that would be punishing her would want her to cry or to be silent. With her mother she never knew what she was to do.As the final straps were attached mid-thigh and pulled taught, Jennifer's tender, hairless vagina was pulled open. She could feel the coolness of a breeze blowing. Then the keeper released a clamp and the foot. It wasn’t long before she was instructing me again. She raised her leg up onto a small tree trunk that had ( very conveniently) been chopped low, about two foot off the ground, turned her head to me and said: ‘ Get your face in here and clean me up and make it quick’ reaching back she took a cheek in each of her hands and spread her arse wide open.There is nothing quite as spectacular as the sight of a spread arse, puckered hole open, cunt open, lips parted. Her plump labia were dangling. She didn’t wear them. She modelled them. At five feet six tall she had a figure that most women would die for and most men would want to die to get hold of.What the hell she saw in me I haven’t the faintest idea. I and five feet ten and have the physique of a sloth. My friends called me the pirate because I had a sunken chest. I wear glasses and am, to the world of women, an afterthought.But the one thing I do have is a sense of humour. I could always make her smile. In fact I could always. .. Up and down. He is also rubbing my pussy and clit up and down.... up and down. He pulled out handkerchief and asked me to cover his cock by it to save blanked when he fire his material. I told him to increase his speed and I have covered his cock with kerchief and increased my speed. My clit was gone erect in pleasure and unknowingly, I started moving my back. He understood that I am near to the climax and increased his speed of rubbing my clit. My body went stiff and I reached orgasm. I had.