"Alright, Mom, this is getting ridi..." Ashleigh's voice faded into nothingness as she took in the tableau on the bed in front of her. Instead of her ...other being ravaged by her boyfriend she was in the throes of passion while being half encased in what looked like a giant green slug and very obviously enjoying it. Fighting down a scream, she started to back out of the room, then she did scream as a hand wrapped around her waist as Donald (at least she hoped it was Donald) grabbed her from. The temperature is just right, not too cool, but warm without a cloud in the sky.I put on a lavender tank top, jean shorts, and flip flops.I grab my purse, and meet everyone downstairs.We all get into the car, and head to that diner that Dad was talking about.It turns out to be this really cute old fashion pancake house. They have really good food.When we get back home, and for the next couple of days, it is unpacking central for the entire time. We only take breaks to eat and go out to get. Cum had never looked more unappealing than inside a used condom. Steve laid on top of me, his warm hard cock pressed against my leg as the last drops of cum oozed onto my skin and he kissed me wildy. "You were amazing, baby!" I thought for a moment about how I should reply. Steve had not been amazing, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "It was so hot watching you fuck me." It was the nicest thing I could say. "You're so fucking hot, I could fuck you over and over, baby." My eyebrows raised. "Good morning Sir." She murmurs meekly, looking down at the ground. "Slave." Sir replies, his tone giving away just how angry he is. She looks up at him and when she does, he grabs a handful of her hair and snatches hard. "I told you..not to cum.. and you did it anyways." His eyes are hard and cold and she trembles in fear. "I..i'm sorry Master." Katie stammers and she means it. "You're not near as sorry as you're going to be by the time the day's over, slut." He barks out and trails his hand.