You put your hand out to Peter to dance. While dancing he runs his hands under the T shirt and caresses your naked body. When the dance ends I pull yo... to me on the couch and kiss and fondle your body. You pull your T shirt over your head. You look magnificent in your nakedness. Peter is inflamed. You look at us both and say, "We should all be undressed ." We pull our clothes off and we both have erections. I take you in my arms and kiss you then start fingering you. Peter is behind you on the. "Oh yesMistress Thorne!" Well I don't think you deserve that yet my little sissy bitch.. infact..." She pauses, looking at me meaningfully. "I don't think you evendeserve to kiss my boots when they're on my feet do you?" No Mistress Thorne," I whimper, embarrassed, but she pushes it further."Tell me," she commands, grinning now. "Give me details bitch!" I.. sissy isn't worthy to kiss your boots Mistress Thorne," I stammer,blushing furiously..."Oh but you are, just not when they are on my. She squirmed in my rope under me as I soaked herface once again, her moaning and trembling lips setting off another cum forwhich I rewarded her by nibbling on her lips until she soaked my face as well.We both collapsed on our backs in the dust again. The sweat cooled a bit from my body. I rolled over and looked at her. True,she had not changed back to the black mare since my rope had been on her. Alsotrue my thirst was hardly slaked; my desire obscured the needs of my body forwater and food,. I headback in the direction of the camp, rubbing myself tokeep warm. My arms are and hands are chilly, and so aremy breasts. My nipples are very hard with cold and Icross my arms across my boobs to keep them warm. The rest of me is soon very chilly soon as I continueto walk. The only reason I’m not freezing is becauseit’s such hard work walking in the thick soft sand. Of course I’m getting tired quickly, and I finally haveto halt, after having fallen dozens of times. I kneelin.