" Maybe not. They are suppose to have a man posted at the old sleugh bridges. The hangout is in an old logging cabin of some sort downstream." I know ...the place. It's inaccessable by road. I've thought about fixing it up for a hunting camp. It's a goddamn fortress. It's made out of native rock and hardwood. It has a sheet metal roof and narrow slot type windows. The place looks like it was made to withstand a full scale assult." How close is Agent Webber?" He's on the island where we used to. Still hard I see that the wife had removed her jeans and underwear so I moved over to discover that she was leaking all over the bed sheets, No wasting this so I thrust and banged for several minutes and shot my load deep inside Stephie’s pussy. Kissing her deeply I sat her up and said you're not done leading her down the hall to another room, placed in a chair open legged I secure her wrists insert a long dildo deep inside her wet pussy. Ankles secure I add some Ten’s pads to her inner thighs. Without hesitation she shoves the two fingers into her soaked pussy and pushed them deep, moaning even more. All her muscles tense as she starts to finger her tight pussy, lifting her ass up off the chair unintentionally. Throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, she increases her pace and thrusts harder inside while rubbing furiously. Her pussy squeezes tightly on her fingers as her body wrenches from an intense orgasm. She moans and screams for what seemed like hours before the pleasure. Here he received a wigging for, “being so long.” And “Leaving us to pack etc,” a typical women`s way of thinking. So, he snatched up the whip and laughing he took it to the two ladies rumps telling them, “if they had been any good, they would have had it all-ready to load!” Laughing, they swam together, sunbathed. ate, and generally enjoyed the last day. occasionally when passing Wendy, picked up the whip and gave her back or butt a swipe or two. it was well after tea, that they fitted her.