Then she instructed for me to put on my Bodysuit and Stockings. I asked My Mistress pantyhose or garters and stockings, because My Mistress has never ...asked me to put on Garters and Stockings. When my Mistress texted back “Stockings “ My body shivered with a new excitement, you see my Mistress has not worn her cock in a very long time. The thoughts with me wearing stockings brought the hopefulness of maybe I would be able to at least lick it once or twice. Anticipating the night I did as I was. Cat listened for her friend's little cries of absolute pleasure as they made out standing next to the tyre swing. The swing was strung to the tree in such a way that a good push sent it our almost past the shallow water. Cat found herself drawn ankle deep into the cold river water. The water made her thighs tingle, her palms feel hot and heavy. The sluggish river sand under foot squished around as they kissed. Nothing but pleasure and sand. Moments later they clinked their glasses and ate each. On the first day after everyone else had departed from our home, throughout the day I saw Reshama’s eyes staring meanly at me, penetrating through my soul. She was waiting for some signals from me but I was feeling shy to get so direct with her. So whenever she was not looking at me I diagnosed every inch of her body intricately. Her skin was so smooth tight and shining silky. I couldn’t see much of her insides of course. That made me more desperate. I waited for nightfall thinking that maybe. The wagon captain chose several of the older men to act as guards and assigned them to go with the women. He also pulled three of the older women to remain behind to cook for the men working.We went to dinner and I asked Elizabeth if she was going to drive the wagon down Laurel Hill. She just looked at me and said, "That isn't driving, That's just a controlled fall down that hill" Then she got up and came over to where I was eating and gave me a big kiss, "You be careful! We won't be here to.