I am near. Her laughter gets louder. I hear her singing in the near distance. A few more yards, a little bit closer, and I break into a clearing. Ther... is a deep blue pool twinkling in the moonlight. A towering waterfall plunges liquidly into the pool. Surrounding this paradise is a short beach of bright white sand that’s sparkling in the light of the full moon. SHE is standing in the middle of the lake. The water lapping around her thighs. She is laughing and motioning me to come to her with. Her eyes are darting about at random beneath them. I almost feel bad. Maybe I even do feel a little bad. She is more sensitive than I. As sensitive than anyone I've ever met, in truth.I hate to say it, but I am enjoying every second of her suffering. I’m just a bit conflicted about it. It takes a certain amount of effort to suppress a smile or a giggle as she strains to not make a sound. Her front teeth are pressing harder, sinking deeper into her bottom lip. I'm a little afraid she'll hurt. Mistress Saskia said, "Yes Empress. We will give the slut her clothes back on one condition.. The slut kneels outside the door for 5 minutes as she is and then she will get her bag of clothes back as promised."I was so happy she had decided i could have them as i was at least 8 miles from home and had nothing else with me or in the car other than the sissy undies in which i knelt. On the other hand i was panicking at the fact they were going to make me wait on the communal landing outside. Your tits are hanging out over the road below. Your body is protected from the harshness of the brickwork by the comforter. After a minute or two your scream out at the top of your voice across the city, “Fuck me harder!” It seems to echo round the streets below. I fully expect windows to be thrown open at any moment. But your words are carried away on the wind. I increase the pace and ferocity of my thrusts a little. Your pussy is flooding with juices, making squelching sounds every time I ram.