Her green eyes kept staring into mine."Let's see if we can make you cum before he does..."She cut off my protests with her mouth on mine as the cock f...cked in again, harder and faster.I tried to fight. I tried to cry out, to scream "NO!" To ask why. Her lips and fingers, his driving cock, made it so hard to speak and think."Why? Are you trying to ask why?" She asked after pulling back momentarily. Sobbing, and gasping with each deep thrust, I could only nod."Its simple really, Master and. The last thing we needed was family services coming by and declaring our lifestyle an endangerment to the children.We hired a carpenter to oversee the construction of the guest houses as well as add new extensions to the shack, which allowed us to add Debbie's desired workout room. For the first day or so, the men from the carpenter's firm seemed to love looking at the three women at the house, but to give them credit, they were professionals and did such a good job, we ended up using the same. I patted the cabin wall. “You take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”I’d not yet checked my WiFi or phone signal strength while docked. My laptop acquired four bars of signal out of five. Very good! My iPhone (not my choice--it was going back to my boss) registered good signal as well.I started writing down my first list. I had to fill the larder with long-term foods and staples, then explore the marina and make my face known. They could tell me what my mailing address was and the WiFi. .” He didn’t complete the thought.JoJo did it for him, “You mean bitches? Yeah, there’s nothing like dominating a man to really bring out the inner bitch in a chick.”Livia said, “I don’t know what he’s complaining about. You ever see those tube videos on-line, the ones that show professional dominatrices, or at least they are semi-pro? They often beat a guy within an inch of his life. Sometimes it’s over a hundred whacks of a cane. He’s dark purple when they are done with him. What we did to.