They were pleased and enthusiastically did as he asked, writing proved to be almost as much fun as doing because they got to relive the moments. They ...id outrageous things and wrote exaggerated descriptions. They even sent polaroids, which the Patron burned after viewing. Their first month did not yield a child, Cynthia was conceived three months later, it was an event they wrote about as it happened. Each of them continued to correspond all through their marriage. These days they used. Master joined me tucking my head into the curve of his arm and shoulder. I was getting physically turned on by the music and his touch and he sensed it. He began running his other hand between my legs and kissing me deeply and passionately. His hand and fingers reached my pussy and I knew my panties were totally sopped with my own love juice. “I think this is the perfect setting for a nice outdoor fuckfest. Would you agree sex slave?” I moaned my agreement. Not giving a care that four strangers. Nor was I surprised when he lashed down hard across them, though I'm sure my loud yelp sounded plenty startled. He's just too damned accurate with that thing!I was getting plenty of attention now, my tits on fire from repeated impacts of the knotted lash. As usual, I whimpered and squirmed and complained, for all the good it would do me. John knows just how much I can really take, and make sure I'm never shorted. Only when he was satisfied with how well striped I was in front did he take me. There was no window on this side of the shed, just wood, which meant that I was nicely concealed from my cousin and the house. My George's erect uncut penis was sliding fairly tightly in and out of a smooth, rounded hole and it looked so amazing, and dare I admit it, sexy as hell! As I ogled my cousin's thrusting cock, I also noticed some dried cum stains down the wall of the shed directly below the hole, and these led to a dark dry pooled stain on the concrete base. Suddenly, I became more.