" Beth settled into her mother's arms, instantly feeling better. "Thanks, Mom," she said, looking up to give her mother a kiss. "It's quite alright, b...aby," she said, returning the kiss, "That's what I'm here for, you can talk to me anytime." Beth smiled, remaining in her mother's embrace, feeling safe and almost c***d-like. She took in a deep breath, smelling her mother's delicious perfume. That smell had always made her feel warm and cozy, remembering that scent from early c***dhood. The pair. "What's the matter slave boy?" she asked somewhat casually. This was not a good sign."I'm not your slave boy, I'm a priest," I started to explain, "I mean, I'm dressed as a priest, and you're dressed as a dominatrix and you're taking this thing way too far."I stood up off the sofa and held out my cuffed hands as sort of a hint I was hoping she would get."Oh, am I slave boy?" With that, Mistress Leah gave me a crack on the side of my butt with the riding crop. Apparently she wasn't getting my. 　Again he shivered from the cooler liquid.　I sprayed his legs next. Now comes the tricky part.“Shall I spray your shorts or do you want to lower them first?”“I am not wearing any underwear, you’ll see my wiener,” he protests.　“I’ve seen wieners before.”Surprisingly, he undid his fly and zipper and his shorts fell to his feet. He had a thick patch of pubic hair but I saw that his cock was about four inches long, fairly thick and circumcised. It was nice and smooth and pink! His nut sack was good. ”“Yes, but I wasn’t wet.”“We can still rectify that.”I offered my hand and she held it as we walked to the water’s edge - out of the corner of my eye I noted that both ponies had stopped eating and were watching us - she caught my glance and followed it then giggled again at the sight of them both looking. Knowing the water was deep on the inside of the slight bend, after all, I had fallen into it, I pulled her into a gentle run and we jumped in. Now it was cold again, but this time as the.