Ty, or at least I think it was Ty, worked ear buds into my ears and turned on an MP3 player. I don't much care for New Age music. It's boring. It puts...me to sleep. But my ears were filled with the gentle sound of surf and quiet background music, just loud enough to block out most of the sounds around me. It was perfect!The final touch was something I read about in one of the stories about submissives I found on the internet. One of them forced my mouth open and worked a rubber coated metal ring. ‘I’d like to fuck you. With my walking stick.’She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straight towards the floor.‘Oh my word…” she thought to herself as she eyed the would-be wooden dildo. The. Ariela narrowed her eyes, “Who?” she shook her head, “You know, it doesn’t matter.” So, someone called Skye and of course, the Prince's former right-hand man, Atrin.She glanced down at Sophia. She already had both the names, not that Belind knew that. She thought for a moment about just leaving, throwing Sophia away and forgetting all about her, but the girl had been such a bitch. “Quit being so shy, Belind,” she commanded and he hesitated again, glancing at his once sister.“But…”Ariela smirked. I want your cum..." the bridesmaid cries.My father’s hips thrust ever more forcefully into her hairy blonde snatch in response to these words and her body is banging against the hut, the noises echoing around the wood, though neither seem to care now as they lose any inhibitions. Seconds later and his little slut finally goes off and her head rocks back against the hut wall. “Fuck!” she cries out as her hands grip my dad’s arse cheeks, pulling him as deep inside her as possible as her orgasm.