This was to serve as a reminder of my position and to strengthen the bond between slave and Master. A spare bedroom in my new cottage had been prepare... for this purpose and also for any other occasion Master had to punish or restrain me. It contained a post with restraints at the top and bottom where my ankles and wrists would be fastened, my arms high above me and legs spread apart with a strap around my waist to hold me against the post. This is where I would receive whippings from Master as. " She declared in her happiness."Chally, I don't care what she or you say, NO more sex for you two until the child is born," Mother Hen declared.Hild tried to object, but got a, "NO SEX!" From Marjorie."All the more for me," she said rubbing her hands, like an old witch and laughing.Once our meal was over I wandered over to the semi as I remembered when I was installing the water system that I had bought a box of joiner's tools and hadn't looked in the large toolbox. After rummaging on the back. I was told the house would be empty until the housekeeper returned; I kept quite trying to listen in on the conversation then heard the door close in the next bedroom.“We have to be quick Alan,” the woman’s voice saidI thought we were being burgled and turned off the steamer and climbed up the ladder to were there was an air vent in the old lath and plaster walls. I noticed before, if you look through from this side you could see in to the other room.There was Mr Turner and Lady Hamilton. Then we head into the garden and dive into the nearest bushes. She is desperate to keep her hymen intact, so I start to rub my cock head on her swollen clitoris and chew her erect nipples. She lays belly down on the ground and rubs her pubes against the earth. These convent tarts wear no knickers, so I simply lift her skirt and start to rub my swollen cock head against her labia from behind. She is now beside herself with lust and shows no resistance as I firmly press my penis into her anus..