It was lovely. He was falling in love with her, even though he hated her for his indignity. His swollen cock was screaming for release.“Please open ...he cage mistress. Please it hurts” he begged. A searing pain erupted across his back, and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “Don’t you ever fucking tell me what to do slave! You are staying in your cage as long as I say you are!” she yelled as she whipped him. She gave him five lashes for his impertinence. Each lash felt like an eternity of pain. Sandra threw her head from side to side, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge the plastic or to loosen the cloth. But it had been put into place with too much experience. Her whole body started to prickle, her lungs hurt like hell.But again that feeling started in the lower regions of her body, which had nothing to do with the struggle of her body against her coming death, and it spread like a flame through her young body. Now her convulsions where both of struggle and lust. Her eyes widened until. As we talked and talked, i got a little hornier. I don’t know why, but penis really got me hard. I tried to adjust my penis so it is not point up. Then my wife pulled out her phone and said ‘Why are you two so gay and talking about penis?’ She showed us the Hmong porn on here where two hmong guys were fighting to fuck this hmong girl. My wife said that, ‘Babe, I bet you’re long like the first guy that fucked the girl or are you short like the second guy?’ Out of no where, my friend came from. “To complicated to explain, but I will warn you, I might shout in my sleep but I’m harmless. You probably shouldn’t shake me though.” I did say it with a smile.“Iraq?” the professor asked.“Something like that,” I said ending that part of our conversation.“So what brings you here?” the younger woman asked.“I’m testing a sleeping bag set up for my brother’s import company.” It was my cover story lie anytime I hiked the trail.I was tired of talking, so I just shut up and moved away from the fire.