My legs wrapped around him.His thumbs caressed my inner thigh, and came close, oh so close to my pussy. My suit was soaked and wet and he had to smell... my sex. His thumbs tantalizingly close. More lotion and his hands were on my ass. Seductive massage, strokes, and squeezes nearly sent me over the edge. I moaned."Oh baby," he breathed.His hands on thighs up over my ass, thumbs barely brushing the needy wetness between my legs. I wanted to rip my bathing suit off. I wanted his hands all over me.. She wanted to be able to hunt in big cities without attracting attention and he would help her.„Did you like it,“ she asked him in his language. But instead of answering he just nodded. Proud of herself, Selene smiled at him. „Does it still hurt you,“ This time he shook his head. Sex seemed to diminish his sense of pain. His wound had closed up. Her teeth were really sharp. And efficient saliva. Pretty efficient at getting blood, but thin enough to create rapidly closing wounds. She was. Why delay? He was gagging for his wife to discipline him. Still he had always made the decisions so he expected Jane to accept this one. John stared in to his wife’s eyes and was surprised she had not backed down, and Jane stared back, a hard stare, and she was so enjoying the power she now knew she had over him, her husband. “Stick your hand out,” Jane snapped. John hadn’t expected Jane to take control but she had, and this time he accepted it, in fact yearned for it, and slowly raised his. “I don’t want that yet”, I barked at you, “stand over by the trestle and wait for my instructions!”. That took the smug smile from your face as you realised that I was to be the only master for the evening. You moved over to the trestle and stood there, still, with your eyes downcast. I went to the bag we’d brought with us and took out a small bottle of oil. Pouring some in my hand I first oiled the woman’s breasts with firm squeezing movements. Her tits seemed to swell and her nipples stood.