Reaching back to the carryall, behind her, she pulled out a portable radio.“Seth,” she called on the frequency used by her family. “Come in Seth...” Please, she added to herself. There was no answer. She tried again and then a third time.Then she turned a knob on the radio and said, “Mayday, mayday. For the state police. Come back.”A female voice came back almost immediately. “This is Ranger Station 23. What is your emergency?”She didn’t want to say too much -- anybody could be on this frequency.. " Give her a hug and a kiss for me. Not too much tongue, she's only seven."I got a smack on the arm for that. I shook everyone else's hand and waved to all the taxis. It was Sunday noon, and I wanted to swim, but I still had my stitches. I asked the girls if they wanted to do anything, but they were to beat. I was stir-crazy, so I put on some shorts and walked over to the mall. There were a great number of people walking around. I saw a few playing Frisbee, so I went over and asked if I could. " "I'm not going to stop regardless. I need a real man to fuck me. I have absolutely no use for this pathetic little cock of yours. The only question is if you're going to be included or not. And if you want me to share my dirty little stories of how I cheat on you, or if you ever want to see another man shove his big hard cock in my tight little pussy, then you have be a good little cuckold bitch. Understand?" "Yes, baby. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't cut me off from sex!" . You may put those lovely painted lips and that little tongue to good use tonight." She then proceeded to slip a finger up my sore anus as she spoke, massaging my prostate and causing me to thrust into the tunnel again, this time uncontrollably. No, I must stop this! But I cannot, it feels so good, I must have release! Mistress will punish me if I come, but I must, I must! Her fingers thrusting in and out, squeezing and twisting my nipples with her free hand, biting on my earlobe,.