I have to admit to being in awe of the guide and the paddlers as we slipped into place. The hippo had to know that we were there, but it did nothing t... interfere with us.The pharaoh stood in the prow of the little boat with his spear ready to be driven into the hippo's back. There was very little margin for error here, because a miss was going to put a painful slash in the hippo's back and surely result in retaliation from the massive animal.Traditionally, I would also be holding a spear, but I. For real... but I get off on the idea, sometimes. So anyway, here I am with my hands behind my back, and as you can tell from the top pic, I start getting a cock in my hands, which he's never done before while I've been tied up. I hear the camera, so I figure he's being creative. I can already feel that slippery dew on the tip of his manhood, and what do you know? I'm getting wet already, too.Then he starts getting grabby with my ass, and spreading my cheeks open for pictures. I've never. “Oh, I think she was OK.” I replied“No, Master, how was Wendy?” she stretched out the ‘how was’ meaningfully. “You don’t think you can clear up so that I don’t know do you?” And she laughed.“No, slave Diana, I don’t think I can. Come here.” And she came across to me. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes.“Do I get an answer, Master?”So I told her all about the day.“And she really liked the flat,” she asked excitedly. “That’s great, and really brave of her to try what Mel will get.”“I haven’t. I swung over to Interstate 75 as quickly as possible wanting to avoid the long haul up to Jacksonville and the boring ride down Interstate 10 all the way to Tallahassee. The highway patrol would be salivating just seeing my Camaro coming down the road and they would probably pull me over just to harass me because of my choice of automobile.I was just passing a closed down Dog Racetrack and I marveled at how our politicians had managed to shut down the dog racing industry with their faux.