Teasing his balls, I continued to stroke him, feeling him harden as I grew a little bolder with each passing minute. My initial caresses soon gave way...to more insistent massaging and kneading. In my mind's eye, I pictured what we must look like from the front with my hands roaming over his shorts and his massive cock protruding out from beneath the cotton material.Wes must have realized the darkened atmosphere of the amphitheater effectively camouflaged my movements, because he leaned further. As I think about it now it’s been a long time since I’ve had to punish him, hmmmm I have to say my slave really has impressed me lately and I must admit he is by far my favourite slave I have, Not that I would ever tell him that hehe.Uhh that vibe is really hitting the spot. I rub it up and down my clit just imagining it is my slaves tongue hmmmm “It won’t be long now” I say to myself as I orgasm.“KNOCK KNOCK” Came from the door.It’s about time my slave got here but he can wait like he’s made. She feels his hand caress her neck almost encouragingly.Terri starts to suck, slurping with her lips and lapping the glans underneath vigorously with her tongue. As the tempo of the song in her ears builds up, she starts moving her head with it.Soon Terri's head is bouncing in the rhythm of the energetic dance beat of the song. Her pouty lips are wet with saliva and they make slippery sounds as the joyful bounce makes her warm little mouth move up and down dad's hard veiny shaft.Dad noticeably. ’ ‘Great, start reading me the directions.’ ‘It’s only ten miles east of Fredericksburg on 290. When we come to an intersection with Jenschke Lane, turn right, follow it, and it’s a few more miles to Becker.’ Ten miles was only a few sips away. Louie turned right onto Jenschke, and after a mile he stopped the car. The road was deserted. We pulled off a bit and had another glass of Chardonnay. I wondered why he stopped – he was being quiet – and I wondered if the ‘wine tour’ portion of our trip.