She pounded on my chest, "You ass! You promised you won't do that again!" She detested. "I couldn't resist", I laughed. She started marching off, craw...ling over me. "Where do you think you're going?" Just as her hot pot was immediately over me I wrapped my arms around her thighs to pin her. "Let me go." she command. I started to lick the lips of her wet pussy, cleaning up her precious nectars. She moaned and collapsed on me. She gyrated her clit on my tongue as she closed her eyes, held her. Then Quentin contemplated what was concealed from him. What was within them . . . Because he had ordered it.That pleased him mightily.And the thought of what he was shortly going to do pleased him even more.Flick . . . flick . . .The screen went blank.And, at that moment, Glenda and Rosalie walked, arm in arm, into the room.“Curtsey to the Master,” said Glenda, giving Rosalie a playful slap on the rump.Pulling a face, Rosalie did so and Quentin couldn’t help grinning. He had to admit that the. I walked to the road that lead to the Party areal only a select few only know where this isincluding myself.It was a secluded area behind the screen tucked back in the woods an area where they would build a camp fire . They maybe Have sex and drink beer I figured that's where they would be .I hid behind the" Big oak " I named it was about twenty four inches round a good hiding place. It was not enough coverage it was daylight out still early afternoon .earlier that week I had made a duck blind. I woke up to all sorts of racket, Sally was raising hell in the kitchen. You would need to watch her cook to understand, this woman will use 3 pans to fry two egs. I stumbled downstairs, grabbed a bottle of Orange juice to wash away the dryness of the few drinks of the night before. ‘Wanna go to the beach today?’ Sally asked as she dumped two broken eggs and a half burned pancake on a plate, handing it to me. ‘The fireworks won’t start until dark.’ ‘Sure.’ I answered, a bit less than.