Master B says,”girl you have a nice ass for this, I like it” Master says thanks. Master B keeps striking my ass. Master T comes around the fron...t and rubs and pinches my nipples, which makes me yelp in pain and pleasure now. Master asks Master B to stop for a minute as He puts a vib in each hole on medium speed. I am grinding my hips now and moaning louder. Master T is using a wooden spoon on my nipples and my boobs as Master B is striking my ass with the crop. Damn how much can I take? Ohh. Dismay dawns on her face. “Your contact?” she asks.“Dead.”“And Dembe?”“Still in Egypt,” Far too far away to be of any use to them now, and unreachable in any case. They hadn’t been in contact for the past 72 hours; he was scuttled away on another assignment. Dembe wouldn’t even know where they had gone until it was too late.Lizzie peers at Red in the darkness; she wants to be closer to him but he is being uncharacteristically tight-lipped and hasn’t made any move to bring himself to her side.. She slipped from her dress effortlessly and into the water, affording us a brief glimpse of her supremely feminine body. She sat back and watched as my Rival and I undressed. I appreciated the shape, the firmness of his body. I could tell he was a force to be reckoned with. When our trousers fell, our mutual arousal was obvious. Her approving, expectant sigh and throaty chuckle greeted the silhouettes of our straining erections under the moon. We both entered the tub, but on opposite sides (She. She counted the feathers one more time. ‘123 … 456 … 78,’ Lynn sighed then put the Trinket in the seat and shut the car door. She turned on her heels and followed the scented trail of food. The Last Chance Bar and ‘Grill’ was a service station, truck stop, café and motel combination. Lynn slid into a booth towards the back where it was mostly vacant. A few ‘truck’ drivers sat at the ‘bar’ and drank coffee and flirt with the petite young Native American waitress. She walked over towards Lynn.