“And we don’t have time to tell it.”“Trouble?”“You can say that. Hop on.”Jonathan does just that, sliding onto the back of one of the je...t skis. He takes a quick examination of his leg. It has stopped bleeding, but he is going to need some stitches. Then he wraps his arms tight around his partner and the moment the jet ski hits the surface she guns it. They are headed inland away from the Cephalopoda and nearly a hundred and fifty meters when they hear the roar of a helicopter. Jonathan looks. Except for lesbians, of course and the thought made you smile. Yes, lesbians were an exception; you pondered that you'd rather like to see two women going down on one another. Maybe if you could find a second slave, then she and Mrs Dougherty could fulfil that particular fantasy for you?Arriving at the house, you rang the bell and the door opened with satisfying rapidity. Using the door to shelter behind as much as she could stood your slave, now dressed in a maids costume that was a size or so. “Please soothe my ass.”I noticed Giovanni smiled at my use of the word, sir. He released my arms and I stretched over his lap, not confined for the first time since my spanking started. Pouring some oil into the palm of his hand, Giovanni carefully smoothed it over my hot flesh, his touch light and delicate. The oil cooled my ass down quickly, perhaps some menthol or aloe, or other ingredient in it. I also noticed he did not stop when my entire ass was oiled. He continued caressing my bottom.. Morgan blushed as she did a number on herfor the quality and choice of locations and suggested she had a futurein it if she wanted.Imp knew what to say to make things smoother for Morgan, but was sincerein her words as Morgan did have a talent for art. She had an eye forscenery that was eye-catching as well as subdued. Little bits that sheadded that made the portrait, "Hers" were years ahead of her time butdone with great talent.As expected by the family, Imp was cut off from speaking by.