Master had laid out a training plan to Jessie. It was as much a training plan for him as it was to us. The first and most important lesson he wanted J...ssie to learn was restraint. Jessie fucked my thighs but not my cunt. I think I wouldn’t have complained if he HAD fucked me at that moment.Master’s training plan stipulated things he had to make us do every day like play with our nipples and piss and shit in a bowl while he supervised. It also covered things he COULD make us do if he wanted. He. She eventually sidled up next to the young woman, getting her attention and putting her lips to the woman’s ear to talk over the loud music. “Hey! I’m Beth.”“Hi! Mollie.”“Hey, my brother thinks you’re cute, but he’s too shy to ask.”“That’s your brother?” Mollie asked with relief, gesturing toward Michael with her head. “I was worried he was your date.”“Yep, he’s my twin brother. His name is Michael.”“Twins. Cool. He’s gorgeous.”“Wanna go meet him?”“Um, yeah, sure. Thanks, Beth!”Beth took Mollie. It had all been her idea Simon recalled as he sat for a few more moments, before going into the body of the theatre which would come alive after an hour or so with the gala evening performance.How she had so innocently played with his dick in the bath and wanted to do it every time. Her continuous questions during their play, ‘What was it for? What are these big dangly things? Why did it get big? Why is it leaking? What was that stuff? Why does it taste salty?’Her desire to be with him when he. They had been working their asses off and that was no joke.The rope they'd plaited out of the vines was tied between trees on each side and there was also a rope attached to either side of the raft and tied to trees on the other end so that the raft could be pulled back and forth if it happened to be on the wrong side when you wanted to use it. When they saw me they demanded I try it first. It worked as expected and they had even put up a stout short rail in the middle so people that weren't.