This was always my favourite angle from which to view a slave. I could see the pucker of her arse still filled with the black butt plug from last nigh... and glimpse the lips of her cunt between her legs. Then she sat back up and looked carefully at her work making sure she had missed nothing.“Good girl,” I said suddenly from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin and almost fell over as she spun round. “You may get yourself some water,” I said, pointing at the sink.“Thank you, Mistress.”. He straddled my waist, and I could feel his thick member resting on my stomach. Something begin tickling me around where his member was, and I realised he was gently pulling himself to get ready for the next part. Suddenly, his other hand began squeezing my left breast, and I sensed an urgency from him to become stiff. He moved, and suddenly there was something hard pushing against my lips. I smiled, flicking my tongue out to lick his head, then opening my mouth slowly as he forced his way in.. Roy had no objection to this as he was enjoying the way her butt moved. What is it about some cultures having the women walk behind the men, he wondered? After all it was much nicer view with them in front.Both of them were careful but they neither saw nor heard anything. Once they got to the cabin Roy checked it out and found that it was clear. Inside there wasn't much, a few old ratty blankets, an old potbelly stove some dried chips, a couple of old tin cups, and an old cooking pot."Well we. . now he's grovelling on the floor." Do I ever!" grinned Mike.He set about the task with relish, gave the cowering Simon a good kicking to his ribs, his stomach, his butt.Carla watched, clapping and laughing."Oh my god, baby, you can sure put the boot in, can't you? Listen to the poor thing yelp!"And Simon certainly was yelping."Yeah, he's a noisy little fucker, isn't he? Maybe we should gag him right now," said Mike, when he'd finally finished and Simon lay snivelling in agony."Should we do.