‘Stop touching yourself. Since you tried to pleasure yourself without your Master’s permission, you’re going to be punished. Get on the car and ...ay back.’ She did so, her heart pounding and her eyes wide with fear. ‘Spread your legs, Slave.’ Steven moved between her spread legs, his flat stomach at the same level as her sopping slit. ‘Lay very still and your punishment will begin.’ He leaned over and began slowly licking at first her right nipple and then the left. He ran his tongue in circles. I kept watch from my hiding spot for a while wanting to see them when they came up to the blankets. Finally they both stood up, backs to me and began to look around. They each had short dark hair and while not seeming especially young, they weren't old either. As they turned around and began back toward their blankets I got very low in the grass trying to see but not be seen. They looked around as they walked and appeared to be holding hands. When they finally reached their blankets I popped up. Even old guys—they think about how much they loved them when they were younger." Do you think I'm a MILF?" Oh Jesus, Mom. You're so gorgeous, you're beyond a MILF. If anything, you'd be Queen of the MILFS." Do your friends think of me as a MILF?"Mitch paused, unsure of what to say, but realized that based on what had happened with his mother today, honesty had to be the best policy. "Y ... yes." I kind of like that," she replied, her smile easing his temporary anxiety. "It's nice to be thought. This was my first time seeing most of the other stuff in the town.I let Ivan make all our dining arrangements. It was less irritating than listening to him bitch about inferior chiefs."I thought this would be a good one to take our 'sister' to." Ivan told me one afternoon.Yann glared at him. "Oh, you little bitch!"Ivan laughed and said something in Russian, to which Yann replied in French."Hey! Argue in English or take it outside. Better yet, Yann, go shopping. Heels, but not too high; I don't.