She used her staff as a launch point to brace herself while she lashed out with her feet. I avoided all but one of her first onslaught and knew I'd ha...ve a bruised rib for that one. The only thing that Whitney and I both knew was that we would not kill each other. But if she connected with one of those blows of her staff to my head, I might not wake up until tomorrow.Her defense of my staff—trying to keep me from getting to it—worked to my advantage. I wanted my staff, but I didn't need it. I. The paint work glistened, it made the place look a lot bigger, and certainly a lot fresher, again Ernie and Jean had done a great job. Cheryl hadn't been idle while we were gone either, she had been making all the little womanly touches that made the place look homey. It wouldn't be long before we opened the doors for business.We looked at the contract details from Golden Fleece and agreed that we should accept their offer, we reasoned that if petrol was available the travellers would probably. If you orgasm, you’re not allowed to cum again for the rest of the night. There have been hours of teasing, touching, licking, fucking where you have not been allowed to orgasm because you were noticed or came and as a bonus, I also added the rule where if you make me cum before we get home, I lose instantly. Your reward for accomplishing this is upon reaching home my task will be to make you cum as hard and as fast as possible.For tonight’s game, I was extra ruthless. I stacked the deck a bit. She then had me undress, and checked my legs for smoothness, and that my nether hair was cropped as short as the Master had decreed. She gave me a bottle of expensive perfumed oil to apply to my skin, told me she would return shortly, and left to supervise the other slaves. I carefully drizzled some of the oil onto my breasts, and it ran slowly down, gathered on my nipples, then dripped heavily onto my thighs. I closed my eyes and rubbed the oil into my breasts, imagining it was him, what it.