"Master, how can I help?" Master?" I questioned."Yes, Master," she emphasized. "Alison agreed to be your sex slaves on an informal basis last week. I ...ant that status for myself just like you agreed to accept Alison."Sisters talk. I don't why I should be surprised. "Amanda, if you agree, there are no limits. Anything, anybody, anytime." Yes, Master," she responded. "I know and I agree. I also know that Alison is senior to me and will obey her as if it were you." Very good," I said. "Go, get. He did think of going to the toilet for a quick wank but got sidetracked by one of the waitresses saying that she had wondered where he was because they were getting very busy.Things were busier so they both had work to take their minds, a little bit, off their forthcoming liaison but their eyes did meet once and they both smiled. In due course, all customers had gone and with the clearing up almost finished so had most of the staff.Val approached Seb and said, "Go and wait in your car, I will. I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see it was nearly eight o’clock.The cabin wasn’t that warm. I doubt it reached above 55 during the day with the stove burning at its maximum like it was right then. Father Xavier was dressed in fresh clothes, so I guessed he had had his bath already.I got up and greeted the men, then sat down on the bench beside Father Becker where I was promptly handed a plate of eggs, bacon and a small bowl of grey mush.“What’s in the bowl, Father?”Father Becker. The rippling waves of contraction played agonizingly up and down the length of his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the conical head of his prick.The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the flesh of his back.At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside. The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a.