I go rigid and as my fluids begin to flow, I feel apainful constriction that makes me feel every pulse asmy semen is forced along the now constricted ...length ofmy throbbing manhood.Soon, I’m finished filling her willing receptacle. Iwant to just lie there and cuddle. Instead, I feel hercurl her legs in-between us and she forces me to letgo. She rolls to her feet and slurps at herselfbriefly.Before I can do more than grunt in surprise, her nosedives at my crotch and she is lapping at me. It wasn't that Janet didn't like boys, she did, but they just seemed to ignore her, not the kind of a girl to show off to your friends or take home to mother.No, Janet had her own special sex life and she used these mountain excursions for her own pleasure. She had left her dorm room because two of her roommates were having a party and she wanted some privacy. Stored inside her tent, ready for use when she wanted it, was her favorite nine inch dildo she had nick-named "Captain" because she had. "Now then, do you want a drink of lemonade, Damion?" Sunny asked again. "Oh, yes, Mistress", he said. "Fill it up, Cass!" She handed the glass to Cassadee. Cassadee dropped her cutoffs and thong, put the glass under her wiry-haired pussy, and filled it up with warm, gold water. Damion was horror struck. The smell of urine is not usually a turn on for me, but where Damion is concerned, rolling in cow pies could get me hot. Cassadee handed the glass of urine to the slave. He feared punishment or. I set out to prepare for her. Oils I set out, and shampoo, conditioner, towels. Sea-sponge. I lay out clothing upon the bed for later. I take off my clothes swiftly and shower before Mistress arrives, so as to be clean to attend her.Mistress arrives. The door opens and I see for a second, unguarded worry in her eyes. I will not have it, will not allow it. Not tonight. Tonight, there is no tomorrow, and there are only three people in the world. I take Mistress' hand before she can speak and.