The instructions were simple enough, although I went a little overboard in securing the swing to the ceiling. I know my pet, and if the blonde in that...movie was having as much fun as her actions would suggest, my little slut would really be rocking this swing! I glanced over at pet and smiled when I saw her enjoying herself on the barstool. She was squirming and fidgeting around on the seat as the egg was working on her, vibrating and teasing her wet pussy and causing her to moan and sigh as. Sit up! he growls again. And she tries to pull herself up with difficulty having her hands cuffed together behind her back. He puts a hand under her back and helps her sit up with a push. Keeping his hand on her back he is slowly rubbing it up and down coming back each time to rest just above her ass. Hmmm that ass, but he resists touching it, it is not quiet time to touch it. And he knows if he does he wont be able to stop and there is so much more he wants before he gets to that. Then quickly. He could see her ass muscles ripple under that dress of hers, and each time a cheek went up and down it was calling to him. He stood up and followed her to wherever she was hopefully leading him as she sauntered down some stairs, turning the corner and cutting left. He could smell her sweet, thick scent on his finger as he rolled around the same corner just in time to see the women's washroom door swing closed. He paused a moment, casting a look over his shoulder then pushed the door open. One of her neighbors two doors down from the house where they lived had approached her with it. It seemed that he owned a small summer resort in Wisconsin's northern Door County. It was a modest place, this resort, with eight small cabins that were rented out by the week. All that was required was seeing that the tenants from the week past were out by ten a.m. each Saturday. Then all eight units had to be given a swift yet thorough cleaning. This had to be done by two, for that was when the.