I spent a day catching up on my other projects and thought about another day on the river. The autumn sun wouldn't last forever-this is Oregon, after ...all! Friday afternoon, we packed up food, clothing and bedding and headed for Sandy, for a weekend on the water.When I stopped at the office to pay the quarterly moorage fee, Marie, the marina manager, said someone had been asking for me, a couple of weeks before. She didn't know who the guy was, and we shrugged and went on our way.Before I start. "He did that while she kept an eye on him. Eventually the other two returned, and reported in. She gave me a look. "Keep your mouth shut and you'll be all right." Then they left.When they were gone I took out Mari's small computer, booted it up, and emailed her phone. Then I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and the viewer could hear the sound of a bathtub being filled.I saw the scene in the daily rushes. I thought it was pretty good even for someone who'd never been trained as an. Just as my body began to tense, Mistress pulled the cock from my swollen ass, I fell on top of the Imp breathless and used. I could hear my Mistress, her beastly howls filled the room, I knew she was bringing herself to a wonderful climax. And until she was ready for me once again, I laid on top of the girl, her body trembling from the hard fucking she had just received, my own body drenched with the mix of our sweat. Lost in myself I did not feel the rope around my wrist until Mistress. Yet still she dripped. Her mind swam with sexual need. She suspected that whatever they had drugged her with was partially responsible. The thought that she could be like this on her own,that her own sick masochistic brain might be causing her to react like this terrified her. Still she knew it was possible. It did keep her in a sort of calm haze. She couldn’t think of anything but what was being done to her body. The hand pulled out, became a fist and punched into her. Cruelly.