His hand slipped under the band of his pyjamas, to its usual place, fingers over his cock, already semi-stiff.His phone. Where was his phone? It could...not be in the farmhouse, or they’d have heard it ringing when he called from Susan’s phone.Susan’s phone….. She did not know he’d had her swipe code for several years now. And he’d made good use of it, which is precisely why he so wanted his phone. For the past three or four years, Susan had been photographing herself in various states of. Yes, Mom? There has to be a limit to this. Does there, Mom? Why is that? Maybe I should call Dad and ask him what he thinks the limit is. Because he told me there was no limit. Not to this. Not to your submission. Not to your mortification. Not to your degradation. Not to your shame. And, if necessary, not to your punishment either. Isn't that what he said, Mom? Yes. Justin. That's what he said. That's what I thought. That's what I told David too. Oh, he was very interested. In fact, I think. I asked her if was ok with that and she said that had wanted to do more then one guy at a time for a long time. Wow I would not have ever thought that she would want to do something like that. She put on a short summer dress and nothing else. I asked her if that was all she was wearing and she told me that hoped it would not be on long. I put on shorts tank top only and said ok lets go.It is only about 15 minutes to Debs house. Lisa teased me the whole way pulling up her dress and fingering her. A couple of the guys took a step forward. I don't know where things would have gone if Karen didn't...Her eyes flattened! For a second, I thought they turned black. She seemed not to notice her exposed breast."How dare you touch my Master's property?" Karen said in a deadly voice. She reared her head back and slammed her forehead into the guy's face. He let her go! Karen grabbed the back of his head with both hands. She pulled his head down and drove her left knee into his side. Karen followed.