?With a more relaxed tone, but still firm, ?Say it loudly and correctly. I do not want anyone here to misunderstand you, slut. Let the words burn in...o your soul. Tell us again what you want.?The slut swallowed, paused, and inhaled slowly. ?I would love to be your slut, Mistress.? Broken, she started to sob uncontrollably. ?Shut up bitch.? The blow was enough to force her tears back inside. But the voice changed. It was her boyfriend. Why did he say that to her? ?HA HA! I told you. And I decided to fuck her all the way in the Coffee Estate.So, checked with Somu if it was fine to have sex inside the Coffee Estate, he said it’s absolutely fine because everyone who visits the estate does the same.I was very happy and excited about the same. My sexy colleague had worn red transparent sexy saree with all her assets(boobs and ass) completely visible.Me – I checked the guide and said that we can sex in the estate it seems!Sheila – Oh, fuck. You pervert haven’t finished fucking. "Good girl" "Please......" she whispered. I laughed, "this is not about you, this is about Me" Again, I plunged my fingers deep within her. Two, three, four fingers inside her. I curled my fingers and twisted my palm upwards. I closed my hand, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch and become tight. Her eyes were wide open, unfocused. she gasped in pain....no, not pain in pure bliss! "Do me...whatever you want" she moaned. My inner self howled in triumph. This was easy, easy for Me perhaps. But. It started out as most picnics do. I made a nice jello salad, helped set up the tables while Sir William helped set up the equipment and stations. I ralked casually with the others, and was grateful they were a group of normal people with a kinky side. My Master smiled at me as he placed my pink collar and wrist restraints on me.. I still had my jeanshorts and campshirt on. We ate, then my Master brought me into the clubhouse. One of the submissives made beautiful leather floggers, and my.