’ Laurel handed across the money and said to the guy still scratching his head, ‘My keys are in the car Mr Acland, are yours in your pick-up?’ �...��Yes.’ ‘How far along this road west is a good place for coffee?’ ‘Ma Black’s, about ten miles down the track. You can’t miss it.’ ‘Right I’ll meet you there. Have fun.’ He hitched up his belt up. ‘Miss or ma’am, you can’t be serious. This is a mighty expensive car. You might never see it again?’ ‘I’m willing to bet you’ll appear at Ma Black’s with my. ? It could have been three miles.? Pain was invading myshoulders and stiff arms.? It shot up anddown my torturously bent spine and almost cut my neck.? My head swam painfully and my vision darkened? but my mouth was still striving upwards and making suckling motions.? I felt a hard pillow pushed under my torsoand under my head, supporting me.?Mistress Nikita took care of her slave toy.? Ruined toy is not worth anything, anyway. I saw her face appearwindowed between my half spread. The cries of passion and ecstasy that erupted from Faith’s bed were joined by Sharon’s own guttural irruptions as chains clashed with chains, rings clanked against rings, bare hairless flesh slid over flesh. And that all important cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. And sometimes in her arse. And sometimes, although Sharon was less keen herself, she’d be persuaded to strap on a dildo and push that in and out of the man’s arse as he gasped and grunted from the pleasure he seemed to get as it. By now we were just about at our destination. A little bay protected by a mangrove lined ismuth, once inside the "Whereto", apart from her mast was invisible, you could get three medium size boats in there, however if you wanted privacy, you hoisted Flag "P" and no other local would come in. We' had some huge orgies on the beach with 3 boat loads of people cavorting on the beach and boats, but this weekend, by unspoken consent, "P" went to the masthead as we moored. The girls had resumed their.