’‘I wanna taste your pretty cum so bad.’‘Wish I could fuck your sweet tight asshole.’And it hit me again. That I was being viewed as I mastu...bated and cummed all over myself. I instantly blushed and was so the shy little girl again. The TV turned black, and it was only me and my lord again.“Mmmm...what a show you put on for your followers. They love you...the donations are still coming in. You made me 2000 tonight. And since you were such a good girl, your cut is 15%. I’ll transfer the money to. Rosa had to stretch to reach the broken branch over which I secured the set of plastic handcuffs I'd had for years. I frowned as I checked the position she was in, it didn't seem comfortable, and the branch was just a little too high for her to reach without struggling."We're going to have to move you," I said giving her ass cheek a squeeze.She shook her head negatively. "Let me try something," she replied and then backed up to the tree, her heels rising onto a protruding root. It was only made. The Bridegroom was now on his back with Rebecca’s sister sitting on his face whilst she sucked the vicar’s youngest sons cock; from the look on his face he was enjoying it immensely and he appeared to be not too far from exploding and she watched as her sister removed his cock from her mouth and bringing her other gloved hand up started to massage his balls whilst she vigorously wanked his cock and she was rewarded with several spurts of thick white spunk.By now the church was a mass of naked. It took two weeks before Bob thought Lacey was recovered enough to try racquetball. She was the old Lacey, there, with nothing forgotten. Two weeks wasn't enough, though. She could only go four games, and she lost all of them, even though the first two were very close.They sat, panting, leaning against the wall, like they had done so many times before."You owe me," she said."What for? I won fair and square." I've never been this humiliated," she sighed."You're still recovering," he said.