What am I going to call you???If it makes you feel better, Master, just call me Slave,? she said with a kind smile. ?I’ve been called quite a few na...es in my life, but Slave has always been the most popular with me.??Slave it is,? said Rusty, taking his drink from the bartender. Who was he to ask her too deep questions: he was married; he wasn’t using his real name; why would she have to give him a real name? ?Okay, Slave, I have to say this, but you fucking rock.? He gestured towards her body.. It was pink and dripping with her juices. I went in and started giving her a pussy-job. She started moaning heavily and I made her lay down on the bed.I didn’t leave her pussy though, I was still sucking her pussy as much as I could giving her deep tongue motion. I asked her if she wanted to suck my dick, but she said she wants to get fucked first. I obeyed her and asked her to choose the type of condom she wants to use. She told me not to wear anything as it was her first time. She wanted to. He could do it yes, but the danger to his self was almost overwhelming, he'd have to do this with almost exact timing or he was dead or hurt bad for sure. As carefully as he could he began to set one of each bomb, it was nerve racking to say the least one wrong twist or turn would result in him being blown in half or worse, neither prospect he was really looking forward to. Finally setting the last he'd just turned to go had actually started through the wall when he heard the alarms go off. Son. Yes, I had it bad for here, what young man wouldn’t? After a short while, Maggie began to undress as she walked. First, she pulled her short, thin, yellow summer dress up and over her head and let it fall to the small branch and leave covered ground. Now only wearing a small thong that seemed to be perfectly painted on, framing her perfect, little ass, she took a few more steps and then stopped. Facing a large tree, she placed her hands on the rough bark, arched her back and said, “Come fuck.