This, she tells me, is quite exciting for her when outside in public. As I went down on her my cock got very hard, I wanted so badly to fuck her. Mid-...ay through we heard some voices. I told her to keep listening as I would caress her clitoris with my tongue. If the voices got closer we would divert to some kind of sunbathing-cover-up-story, in a matter of seconds. I kept caressing her shaved and soft pussy and the voices slowly died out. She then took off her bra. A little later, she got a. .".I said "OK, what's next?" She said, "Chug-a-lug and I'll get us another one." I did as I was told. She brought us another cold one, brushing them off on her shirt again to the continued amusement of old Mr. Reynolds. She slipped her hand into her open cut-offs and blatantly played with her pussy right there on the back porch in the broad daylight. As she played (As did Mr. Reynolds) she told me that last night when she had a totally desperate need to pee and I wouldn't let her... when she. . he’s masturbated over it already!” She handed her whip to Georgina with a boss smile, as Tanner grovelled at her feet.“Whip him soundly girl ... you can see he’s earned it!” Tanner’s anus tingled as the girl who would see him hang many more times had him savour the punishment to come, with a curt and spiteful promised as she flexed the whip, her cunt tingling incessantly.“Oh yes ... masturbate in your coffin without permission? I’ll see you whipped to tears for that ... you’ll wish the rope. The charge from the room, however, would notdissipate as easily.I hesitated at myshoes.I loved to wear them,their red patent leather gleamed in the light, and the long, spindlelike 6inch heels, and the pain they gave me reminded me of mymistress. But they, too, came off.There was no hesitationwith my bra and panties, and they too were soon piled upon the chairwith the other artefacts of my former life.“You understand whatis going to happen?” my mistress asked, the words driftingeffortlessly.