I whimpered, my convulsing snatch writhing about her cock, milking out all her cum. Another orgasm surged through me, more powerful than the last.“G...ds!” growled Master. “Pater’s mighty cock, you want my cum!”“Always! I’m your whore! Your slave! Please, please, use my asshole!” I screamed while the ecstasy melted my brain. It was all so wonderful to experience. The two dicks filled me to my core.Master rammed forward into me.His balls smacked into my taint. His dick lanced to the hilt in my. . . You will probably have the entire beach to yourselves ‘ Once again we look at each other and smile. As we try to find safe places for all that is contained in our luggage the wind whips the walls of our tiny abode. The sounds are so strong and powerful. The walls nearly buckling under the strain of the stormy air. The wicker and bamboo walls make a whispering sound as the air slips through them and we feel the winds gently slip in and engulf us. Your every attempt to light candles is. She hooked a device up to her cell phone and swiped my credit card."You certainly don't look like a Bill right now, what do you callyourself?" Chantelle" that was what Mistress told me to call myself, even thoughshe almost never used the name, she preferred terms of 'endearment'like, sissy, slut, whore, and her favourite seemed to be bitch."Yeah Chantelle is much better for you. Tell you what, why don't I addyou on facebook, that way you can message me directly next timeChantelle comes out to. Without your permission, Ibrought myself to orgasm. It was about 12:30 at night, I was restless,unable to sleep, and firing with desire so badly. I got out of bed,began to rub myself and could not stop." Silence the ensued. "I'm sorryMistress." Sorry for what? Lying to me or disobeying me?" I am sorry for both." Really, I don't think so. I think you felt you could get one over onme." No Mistress, I just lapsed, it was a mistake." Well, if it was a mistake, why didn't you tell me right off? Why.