”“Yes master.” I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face. I felt my pussy and it was wet. I liked the way he talked to me. I couldn’t tell ...f he was enjoying it but he looked at me like he wanted me. “Come pet!” He called.“It’s Pam.” I said.“It’s Pet.” He corrected me. “Yes Master.” “Looks like I’m going to have to punish you for tone.” He got up off of bed and threw me onto the bed. “Lay on your stomach.” He pulled out a black strap from the corner of the mattress and tied my hands and legs. “Yeah, briefly,” she replied.We reached her spot where a mixed group were gathered. I recognised some of them: they had lived nearby me but had gone to private schools, their faces known from the assembly of kids at the local station where the caravan of charter buses to the prestigious schools over the river. I placed the tray of drinks down before quipping, “So, what is this? The Association of Independent Schools’ alumni night?” An ironic cheer went up from the group.I thrust out my hand to. You middle finger reaches down from your clit as you press it into your pussy. You breath in heavily. You continue sliding your finger in and out of your dripping pussy. You begin to shake now and you hand quickens moving up to your clit and rubbing firmly. As your hip thrust I can see you are about to cum intensely. I’ve already begun to stroke myself at this very intimate sight. Your moaning is getting louder and hand a bit fast yet. I hear one more loud moan and your hips are. Cool.Lake temperatures seldom get over 70 on the hottest days but that's just surface temps. Three or four feet down all that changes. Water temps get close to freezing in deep water. For diving a wet suit is minimal, a dry suit over wool over silk is better. David had a coated wet suit ... silk cemented to the inside of the custom fitted suit was still cheaper than a dry.Probably 500 yards out from shore, David shut off the putt putt Sea-King five horse two stroke, raised the motor and pinned.