“Krystenah, my flower, you look beautiful as always. Have you been a good girl for J?” He looked intensely in my eyes and I began to stammer. “S...e’s been good for the most part, R,” Master said. “And when she is bad, she pays for it,” he said casually. R laughed with J as a waiter pulled out my chair. I could feel the waiter’s eyes on me, but I tried to remain focused on Master. As I sat, the waiter placed a hand on my arm, grazing the side of my breast. I looked up at him in alarm and he. Between kisses, I'd discovered a whole new world in Jill's life. We talked about volleyball and her involvement in it. In her eighth summer, she started attending a local day camp that was set up to give kids from 6 to 14 something to do while she was out of school... She went four days a week and the highlight was the volleyball games. She got interested in the sport and kept an eye out for any matches that were on ESPN, watching and learning. Over the years she implemented a lot of the stuff. Nothing but the vibrator in my ass, humming away. Minutes and minutes more. Every minute that passed, the pleasure in my ass spread, out into my rectum, out towards my cheeks, into my balls and down my cock. Every minute that passed, I felt my mind slip away from me a little more.With no way to keep track of time, and with the drone of the vibrator, I began to slip into an almost meditative state. All I could focus on was the pleasure washing through me, enough to keep me hard, not enough to. . 200 miles was 5 degrees ... I found that out listening to the weather report. I also found out that heading for Perth by way of the bight would have been a disaster. Lee shore and 200 foot tall cliffs ... not my cuppa tea. Great surfing though. Great surfing means great surfers ... my cuppa tea!Seems I think about cocks a lot. Probably because I have no access. JW has one of the best ... for his age ... but I’m his sister ... I don’t care ... but he does.Not only do I think about them ....