She no longer gave any reason to punish her, not that he needed a reason, and the shine had certainly left her youth. There was one possible source of...amusement, however, one he wouldn’t have made use of for any girl he wanted to keep.She followed him, obediently, into the woodland; watched as he positioned motion-sensing cameras. Stripped at his command and docilely submitted to being tied spread-eagle on the ground. Waited for him to return. Slept, off and on, through a fortunately warm. She had been full of her news when she arrived, now she looked disappointed and wandered off. I made a stilton and salad sandwich and opened a bottle of Shiraz, and sat to eat it at the kitchen table. She came back in, her face creased with worry. I picked the bottle up as an invitation and she nodded. I poured her a glass and she sat down opposite me. ‘Graham I’m sorry,’ she pleaded. ‘I didn’t think you’d wait.’ ‘It’s OK,’ I said patiently. ‘So, are you going to tell me how it went?’ She. She says lets cruse the river some. Her husband says he's going to the hot tub. We float back around to the cave, when I spin her around and tell her that I loved the camel toe wedgie. She says "you like that"? OH..YEA I do. I can dive right into that snatch and tickle your belly button with my tongue from the inside out. She says OH.MY. I reach out grab her tub and pull her right up to my face. And gently run my tongue across her suit. She about jumped off the tub. I winked at her and said I'm. ..anything!"There was a moments wait and I was terrified that I might not have been convincing enough.She came around in front of me and put her face next to mine again. "Not good enough toilet slave...not quite good enough. I'm afraid you must learn to be more sincere."I looked at her with dread and she lowered the cattle prod downward as I looked on in horror and touched the tip of my penis. The spark send an extremely powerful shock into my sensitive dickhead and I screamed and rolled on.