” ‘Hmm?’ ‘Have you forgotten that you never wanted to be in that cage in the first place? You lamented – mostly after sex – that you could...’t remain horny for longer periods of time. When I suggested chastity, you resisted, you made faces, you were a little snot about it. I had to trick you into being tied up to get it on you, knowing you’d love it. And turns out, you did.’ He bites his lower lip. “I cannot fathom what you’re talking about. I was hoping you’d f***e it on me.” ‘You’ve never been. "God damn, son of a jack ass. Ain't got smarts enough ta hang onta my damn water!" Patrick wiped a dust caked sleeve across his mouth. He turned and stared at the ground he had just covered. "She-it. Could 'a dropped that damn canteen anywheres." For a fact, his stomach tightened, knowing he could have dropped, lost or set his canteen down at any of a hundred places.His wits thinning by the moment, Patrick spun around in his tracks. He must find a landmark. He needed a landmark before he'd have. Her bikini was almost non-existent. All straps and just three tiny patches. Two over her nipples, the other trying to cover her pussy, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. Fuck! She looked good. I dragged my eyes away before she clocked me staring.“Hi Ange, how about you make me a cocktail, whatever you recommend, I don’t mind,” but she looked at the list of what we offered anyway. “A ‘Tits Up’ sounds fun, would it suit me don’t you think?” She actually bounced her tits at me, I waited for. She was hot women like any husband die for.She invited me inside house. She was looking so happy that day and thanking me again n again for coming. I asked her about her kids and she told that she left them at her sisters place for weekend. We talked lot about journey and different topics. She made nice tea for me.After that she told I have to do dinner at her home at she will cook for me. I couldn’t deny as it was first time she invited me. While she was cooking she invited me to kitchen so.