But what about in private, away from prying eyes, in campsites and hotel rooms. I would be accurate in stating that many times walking past an open te...t men would sit there and jack off as I passed by. I saw men on numerous occassions shoot sperm as I passed, not an optunistic moment for me, but more timed to perfection by the performer for me to witness. Some holidays this was a daily viewing experience and admittedly, I wandered through the campsite, casually looking left and right and. ??????????? ?You areproperty, and you belong to me,? she said, smiling and leaning down to kiss herboyfriend Paul on the cheek, tasting his salty tears. His wrists were tiedbehind his back and up to the pull-up bar, forcing him to lean over if he didn?twant his arms broken. His ankles were tied together at the bases of hisweakening, bare legs. He was naked and had a red ball-gag fastened into hismouth. He looked up at her helplessly while she dressed. She patted him on thehead as she passed him. Sylvia was a bit of a wall flower and had never had a boyfriend, despite now being in her thirties.Away from home, the girls were having a great time. Exploring Amsterdam and all it's delights. One evening they decided to explore the famous Red Light district. It was so chilled out, not at all seedy like they feared. After this, they went for a drink and enjoyed the company of several male admirers. At the end of the evening, the girls went back to their hotel room and the talk turned to men.. ~~~~~ Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter. "What honey?" he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet. "What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Daddy?" I asked impatiently. "Oh that," he answered nonchalantly as he sat up, not noticing how little of himself was covered. "Oh that what?" I.