"Do let me know if there's anything else you need."George coughed and nodded. He was a little confused. Erica was wearing a light summer dress with a ...loral pattern. After the more severely tailored clothes that he had been used to seeing her in, it seemed uncharacteristically, almost perversely, feminine. Her hair was tied back from her face with a scarf and she looked as fresh as the summer's day itself, not wearing a touch of make-up. Beautiful was the word that sprang to George's mind,. .. warm and sticky… You pull me upright again by the hair, but more gently this time and say quietly into my ear, in a voice that just dares me to argue, “I take it that clearly established my control, slave?” “Yes… Oh yes, Master… Thank You for my lesson…” I answer hazily, still on the way ‘down’ from my orgasm. Without relinquishing the grip on my hair You turn me to face You and lean in for a kiss so teasing… I’m desperate for contact but You just lick my lips, Your sparkling blue. As I rested, gathering myself back to some kind of reality and completely abandoned in my nakedness, Martin himself stripped off. He wasn’t particularly big but for all that was rigid again. Simon and Ted were stiff again, too, and stroking each other. Natural bi-sexuals they were becoming. I’d had enough penises for one day. “No, Martin. Please. Another time. Honestly. Maybe tomorrow.”He ignored me, held my legs apart, and lowered himself onto me. I struggled to twist away.“I need help, guys,”. ‘I am Lisa Payne and these are my sons Dennis and Andrew,’ the woman said quietly, holding out her hand. Cal shook all three hands as they were offered, liking what he saw in the eyes of the two disappointed boys, and their mother. ‘So, will y’all be riding with us this week?’ The older boy, who looked to be about 12, looked at the ground and scuffed a clod of dirt with the toe of a new pair of cowboy boots, while the younger, clearly not more than 8 or 9, looked up at his mother with pleading.