Mistress Cynthia was NOT pleased. The submissive expected it—I could tell. Cynthia just pointed to a horse—one of those orange and white ones they...use on roads. Skinny as hell.Like before, everyone rushed to set up the scene. The rope work was rather artful. They suspended her upside down, with her hair brushing the floor. The ankles and hands were tied to the uprights so that all her weight was born by the midriff, but her legs, thighs and pussy were fully exposed. Mistress Cynthia had nothing. “I sleep with open eyes.”The next day, Sam, Tessa, Jos and Andy drove to Lake Argyle. About halfway between Yardungarl and Lake Argyle Village, Andy directed Sam onto a disused track and then due south over some rough ground.“Carl Bay was there,” he said.“Can we drive further?”“Yes. But if we start making deep tracks, stop right away.”“Right.”“Did you get the rain numbers?” Jos asked.“Yep,” he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “Mos’ rain in January, February, March an’ December, in that. There was no anxiety or tension as their had been with Jason and me. It sort of felt like we had gotten that out of the way. Besides, Megan and I are so much alike that we both seemed to want the same thing. She has continued to figure out her sexuality, but she has still not had a penis in her pussy (although she really wants it more than ever). And while I haven't had Jason in a year, since just before he went off to his first year at college, and while Hubby's overall appetite hasn't changed. He said “who sab to theek hai paisey dijiye mainey bhi market sey uthay hain and who ab pura amount wapis maang rahey hain” I froze I pleaded with him “ramnikbhai ab mere paas paisey nahi hain thoda time ruk jayiye na, purey lauta dungi” he said wryly “neha ji aisa nahi chalega agar paisey wapis nahi diye toh gadbad ho jayegi” I was deeply troubled I requested him “aapk kuch kijiye ramnikbhai, please’ thehriye mein aapkey liye chay leke aati hoon” saying so I got up, again I felt him him.