" It's lunch time, slut. Are you hungry?" she changed the subject quickly."Yes Mistress, I am." Well, you'll eat soon enough, but we've got a few thin...s to do first. Now, you know that you're my little slut, don't you?" Yes Mistress." You know that I own you completely. I can make you do anything for me, and that everything you are and that you've accomplished is really mine now. What you have is only what I've allowed you to keep. Think about that; don't answer right away. Think about it. Then. As I walked back to position myself for the easy ‘2-ball’, I figured my best option would be to draw the cue ball back and have it rebound off the near rail into the mid-center of the table.“Two in the corner,” I called as I lowered my bridge hand down to ensure my cue would be driven under the cue ball with as much ‘English’ as possible. I drove the my stick on the bottom third of the ball and watched both the ‘2’ slam into the corner pocket near Lynette, and then the white cue ball spin back. I found some twine in the barn and used it to tie the saddle down to the railing. I didn’t want to get hurt because the saddle slipped off the railing. How embarrassing would that be to explain when the doctor asks how I was injured. With the dildos mounted I was now ready to carry out my plan.I took off my cloths and tossed them next to the box. I put the camera up on the box and set it to taking time delayed pictures. I set it up so that every thirty seconds the camera would take a picture.. Thomas sits down Indian style behind her. Emma pushes her ass back. EMMA Thomas, please. He holds his cigarette between his lips as he unscrews the bottle of rum. Pouring it onto her ass, the liquid slides down her crack. Emma shudders. Fuck. Thomas screws the cap back on the bottle then leans into her glistening ass. Emma leans down, using her shoulder to hold herself in place while reaching back and grabbing her ass cheek. Her brown hole winks. EMMA Please. Please. Please. Thomas leans in and.