She grabbed her towel and other things and ran off. When she came back she was wearing her sun skirt. I had moved the air mattress to one side of the ...tent and told her to lie down on the towels I had spread out. She zipped close the door to the tent and quickly lay down as I had suggested using her rolled up towel as a headrest. I began to slowly work on her legs. Beginning with each heel I rubbed my hands against her flesh to generate heat and then worked her skin and muscle together. One at a. But you own me so I have to like it. After a few minutes of blood-hounding your ass, eventually you tell me to "use my tongue slave!" I spread your cheeks wide and lick all around your anus making concentric circles slowly moving in towards my prize, my sexy black master's asshole. You taste so earthy and musky, so Manly! You make me eat out your butthole for 15 minutes. I get so hard because you are my God and I love worshipping you like this. You tell me to stick my pointed tongue up. Once you uncover my eyes, I see the fire burning brightly in the fireplace, and know in a heartbeat, that I want to make love with you by the light of the fire. The carpeting soft beneath my feet, I slowly walk nearer to the fire, holding your hand, I gaze up at you, and the same look I saw in your eyes not long before, has returned to mine. I hear a sharp intake of breath from you, as our eyes lock, and then you quickly turn around to make sure the door is locked. Laughing softly, I remind you. Daddy Arthur, who called me "Princess"? Some uncle or older brother or grandfather I hadn't met yet? Amy's boyfriend, surely she had one, and I felt confused about the possibility of meeting him. A delivery man, a meter reader, the guy to fix the furnace? Why was I thinking only about men?Who *was* at the door? Would this water be cold enough to cool me off? And then what?The cold water hit and I stifled a squeal as the chilling drench turned me into a mass of goosebumps. With two big.