I looked into her face and “Jordan, you are now my slut, wow, what a body, what a MAAL! You are asking for a man’s touch!” She didn’t know wha...t maal was but she definitely liked what I said. I took her shirt and ripped her skirt off and she looked sexy in bra and panty. “You take that out yourself bitch, I wanna see you!” I shouted.She started removing her clothes and she looked angelic. I took all my clothes off and went to her. I planted a kiss on her lips and all over her body and said,. “I’m not really sure. I don’t even know where we’re going fishing. All I know is that we have to get up around 5. I have my phone and I grabbed my charger too, so I’ll make sure it’s charged and give you a call tomorrow.”, he said. “OK. Good luck. I hope you catch a bunch of fish!”, I said. “Thanks, Dad. I hope I will. Nice meeting you Donna. Bye!”, he said. “You too, Brian. Good luck!”, Donna replied. “Shew, that was close!”, she said as soon as she heard Brian go down the steps. I just. I reluctantly let go of Master’s hand and walked over the row of chairs. I knew my ass would hurt if I sat down. I was slowly lowering myself down, when Master turned to me and laughed. I was hovering over the chair, postponing contact with it for as long as I could. My ass was sticking out, my knees were bent. “What are you doing, slut?” I stood up at his use of the word in public. “I uh—’ “Is there something wrong with the chair?” he asked smiling. “No, Sir. Nothing with the chair…” I said,. No one did much more than grumble in disappointment.I, on the other hand, am delighted that the festivities are at an end. I'm tired and sore and more than ready for the experience to be over. I'll admit I enjoyed a few very pleasant orgasms in the beginning. But I'm pretty certain I haven't had one for more than an hour now. I'm no longer enjoying an unusual and exciting sexual experience. When it stops being erotic it's just friction, large bodies slamming into me from behind while I swallow.