Head bowed. "You may now continue to lick my boots, slave." He slowly moves toward her, like a scared little puppy, and begins to lick them. He starts...at the ankle and works his way up. She sighs barely able to contain her enjoyment. He continues the painfully erotic act until he reaches her inside thigh. He can smell her scent and it seems to be calling is name. He moans, wanting to please his Mistress, as she is pleasuring him. He begs "Mistress may I taste you?" "You may, if you pant like. ”I had to chuckle just bit. Afterall, that comment really boosted my ego. “So young lady,” I said, standing up, and taking my bag (pillow case, actually) of rope, I stepped back to the bed, continuing, “I’m still not done with you. Now that you have had ‘vanilla,’ I want to just expand your horizons just a bit more.”Taking a long length of rope, as with the first time I bound my sex toy, I coiled the rope round her forearms, now behind and across her back. Now a few passes round her. "See, she got to you as well" No mum" I replied and sat down drawing her into my arms, "A beautiful, mature lady got to me, she's sitting quite close to me, smelling like a dream and looking like a wet dream" Is she wearing lacy little panties?" Yep" Are they pulled right up into her slit?"She wiggled her bum and giggled,"Does her son want mummy's mouth on his prick?"She bent her head and I gasped out loud as she took me into her mouth,"Fuck yes, yes he does"She turned then, still with my prick. Parking at the base of the trail, the three of us unloaded what little we needed for the day's work; a couple of digital cameras, three one-liter water bottles, Kelly's sketchpad, her box of pastels and some sheets of textured artists' paper. Just in case, Kelly also took along a small foldaway easel. Dividing the load between the three of us, we started up the trail to the top.The sun had passed its zenith and there was a cooling breeze blowing. In spite of that, it was a good thing that we.