She explained that she had planned for this trip for quite some time and was highly disappointed when her buddies reneged. Then, upon glancing at my d...esk calendar at home, she had pleasantly discovered that I had scrawled "Beaver Hunt" for this weekend's fishing trip with my friends.Over dinner, I tried to reason with her and my wife. "But, honey, wouldn't you rather be with girls your own age instead of a bunch of flabby old men who probably drink too much?"My wife was no help. "This might be. That is when I told her that if any girl wears a really outfit then she would look hot and that I guys like such girls very much. This fascinated her and she asked if I would like it if she posed for me. I was aroused by this and agreed. Unfortunately our mom entered and we stopped talking about it. A few days later when we were alone again she brought up the topic again. I told her to pose in the hottest way that she can. She pushed her arse back, leaned forward pouting her lips and at the. I started to bring them together, but Master slapped my thigh once, a signal to open them. "THAT was so you could learn how far apart a slave's legs should be. Put them back where they were and I will measure. However many centimeters off you are will determine how many clips you will wear." My pussy flooded at his words. I stepped my legs out to where I felt they had been before. Master looked at me. "Are you sure?" I wasn't. "Yes Sir" "Stay there and I will get the ruler and clips. You've. I worked my way over to the spot I had picked and looked around again but my bladder was really screaming at me now.I lowered my slacks and panties, squatted down and pulled my pants down and out of the way then kind of pushed my rear in the air so my stream would go back and not splash my shoes and legs. Oh the relief, I sighed and had just wiped good and was about to stand up when I felt a very cold something touch my ass. I fell forward on my head trapping my hands in my slacks and panties..