"OK, Masu, I'll get ready. Just a moment...." I unzipped my skirt, slipped it off, and hung it up on the rack. No slip to bother with, so I next slipp...d off my blouse which I also hung up on the rack. Next, my bra came off--but I left on my garter belt, nylons and panties. I thought this massage could be a little different if I left my nylons on for a change. How would Masu react? Masu had laid out a clean white sheet on the massage table. He never bothered to lay out another sheet to cover. «, so I said too much again once more! Dickel was stretching about my dirty fantasies and hung out of my pants. Cup laughed and grabbed it, and he pulled me along with a giggle: »I would love to bugger you up, tiny Tad, you would be a sweet little slave - but first we have save our camp!« Now there was an other word that puzzled me! Being a slave to me meant obedience and submission, a being without its own intention, a willing sex object. I remembered the picture of the nude boy on all fours. Her arms encircled me and she pulled me towards her. My legs wrapped around her body and we rested there for what seemed like ages; kissing and fondling each other. Our pussies were inches away from each other but neither of us touched them.For now, at least, our sexual drive was sated. We just enjoyed the feel of each other’s warm bodies.ooOooI was to find out much later that Emily was disappointed when she had to succumb to having Mark stay at the farm. She had deliberately chosen both of us. '" 'What do you mean, mommy?' I asked." 'Honey, there are some people who get all warm and squishy hurting other people. And they might take advantage of you and hurt you very much. I don't want you to get hurt, so I am asking you not to tell anyone else that you like getting spanked and don't take off your clothes in public. OK?'" 'Will you still spank me if I am bad?' I asked."'No honey, I won't. I don't think that would be a good idea.'" 'But what if I am really bad,' I whined."'If you.