Master washed my tummy and pussy and asshole. He had me step out of the tub and he toweled me off and told me to go into the bedroom and stand in the ...orner with my hands on my head, fingers interlocked, with my elbows out. I did as I was told. As I stood, I felt the back of my thighs, raw from the sting the riding crop had given me. The pain in my ass cheeks was deeper, in the muscle, seemingly. Master walked up to me and ran his hands down my shoulders and back, massaging my muscles. He ran. “Stop honey. Don’t make me cum. I want to fuck you so bad” and he mounted me missionary style and then rolled us over and I finished him cowgirl style. Back in the shower and then he made lunch. It was kind of cool sitting around naked. My nipples were erect, my pussy was tingling and I could see Greg was stiff again. I was almost tempted to suck him again but I heard Randle scratching at the back door. Greg walked over and let him in. He looked at me with those deep piercing eyes. Greg can. Little Red saw her chance. The wolves were distracted for some reason. Their ears went up and they turned towards the south end of the bush. She ran. Hard. As fast as she could. She had only made it about fifty feet when she felt her back jumped upon and being pushed to the ground. The ground was warm and wet from the rain. It was soft grass she fell on. The weight was heavy. It knocked the wind out of her. Her face was held sideways. Her left cheek pushed down into the wet grass. Her legs. I whispered at him, "Kind of a different feel and view. Sexy as hell. Oh, Bob, you do us so good!"He started slow, full strokes, about a second for each in and for each out. There seemed to be a spot which was more sensitive than anywhere else on the top a couple inches inside. We adapted immediately so every couple strokes took a good hard rub at it. I could just get my fingers over it on the outside to the left of the pubic bone. With my fingers putting pressure from the outside, each stroke.