I was hooked, addicted, mesmerized…any word like that which described the fact that I was now under her spell. My head fell back and my eyes closed... as if trying to escape the notion that this young girl named Julie now owned me completely.My next conscious thought involved the feeling that Julie had somehow turned into liquid, and she easily flowed right off my lap and down onto the floor between my legs; smoothly and effortlessly. I finally looked down just in time to watch her reach into. No, she had said emphatically to any suggestion that she sit on his thighs. One slide forward, one moment of indiscretion, and she'd be sitting on him, losing her virginity. For the first time, the idea of protection occurred to her. More precisely, her lack thereof, as she'd never so much as touched a condom before. Did Tommy have one, she wondered. And what would it feel like inside her?Painful, came the unbidden answer. Deliciously, terribly, wonderfully, painful.Thanks a lot, she grumbled. Not wanting to get slapped again I quickly obeyed bending over the log presenting my ass thinking I was going to get another spanking. To my surprise mistress pulled her harness and dildo out of the daypack along with some lubricant. Looking at me as she started strapping it on she told me I hope your ass is clean enough to fuck. I admitted that I had checked myself in the shower this morning giving her an all clear. Mistress is the queen of the strap on and I was actually looking forward to. ”“You dirty bitch!” He said, squeezing her tits hard and ramming his cock into her.“Shut up a and fuck me,” she responded, “don’t wait for me, l’m nearly cumming already, your father will be home soon.”“You two are like rutting dogs,” they heard Laura say from the kitchen door, “you’re lucky it was me and not Dad.”“Go and keep a lookout for him while l finish with Mum,” David ordered, feeling his orgasm approaching, “l’ll fuck you later when Dad goes out.”“Pig!” She replied, turning to watch.