When they finish, Milan heads for the shower, I take Sasha's hand and lead her to my 70's basket chair. I've installed it with a remote control. It is... bamboo with holes in just the right place. I have her suck me to full erection. Get underneath and lower her and the chair onto my cock, I bounce up and down for a few minutes, feeling her wonderful sex sheath on my shaft. I then ask if she's ready to experience a different sensation? She just looks at me, then says sure. I tell her to lift her. I obeyed quickly, talk between my Mistress and my new companion was not for my ears. When I returned, my Mistress was icily cool and I felt her eyes boring in to me as I poured for her but did not dare look up at either woman."You see Linda, this is the trouble of owning a submissive male unless you intend to keep him locked away all the time." Well, I'm sorry Tara. I didn't even know that such males existed. I just thought he looked nice sitting here on his own."Oh, now I knew her name! It. My nipples strain against the fabric of my blouse as push my chest out. When I turn to walk away I arch my back pushing my butt out at him. I keep walking until I am in the ladies. Standing looking in the mirror I see him come in the door turn and lock it. His intent is clear as he stands behind me his thick long white cock poking out of his unzipped trousers. He lifts the hem of my skirt to my hips. His hands reach round and squeeze my breasts firmly. Painfully. His big dick slides between my. "I don't really like camping. But don't let that stop you trying to cheer me up." Aha! The secret is out. Ashley Carlson is only faking a sprained ankle. You're a pretty good actor, if you were even able to fool the doctor." The sprain is real," she told me. "Although I have to admit, I couldn't ask for better timing." Suspiciously good timing, if you ask me. So tell me the truth. Did you really sprain your ankle just so you could stay home with me?" Yes. I really sprained my ankle just.