I could see he was giving her full penetration on every stroke and it was obvious to me watching her that she was enjoying it.She was now holding on t...o him as if her life depended on it and he was stroking her faster. Soon she was crying and shouting as she had an orgasm rush through her body. He didn’t stop or slow down. He was like an a****l intent on one thing and that was fucking her and filling her with his cum.Soon I saw her thrashing around as yet a second orgasm took her. This was great. Four o'clockShe opens the shower door and turns the water on and undresses; the steam risesand she steps inside. This is a ritual that is never rushed but thoroughlyenjoyed. Lathering the cloth she cleans and polishes her skin with meticulouscare and when finished, she notices her image in the full length mirror...shelingers there and wonders what must go through her Master's mind as He inspectsher fair skin, the curves and contours of her body; she unpins her hair andlets the dark curls fall. The cold of the water braced his skin, the salt water stung his eyes, his hair floating around, obstructing his vision, and his hair dye slowly bled into the seas enveloping him. And then, just as suddenly, Phil found himself back in the park, in exactly the same position in the grass as before, his hand still flying an imaginary plane, only his hair was wet, and just behind his hand, an actual plane—a large jumbo jetliner—imitated each of his motions as he made it. Unnerved, he was careful not. And made a few more calls of my own.Next morning I was in early – I'd phoned the hospital and Dave was OK but 'not receiving visitors' before about noon – and made everyone a coffee, put some random music on – more bloody Grateful Dead, I realised – and settled down to work. I needed to talk to Gareth about the legal situation, I knew, and had stuff for the team to do for the day. For me, I was going to go fishing – I was, after all, the person hereabouts with the most direct experience of PCW.