She started with the biggest measuring jug she would find, which was over a gallon in total. It was deep, but the width of it was the same as all the ...other measuring jugs she had used, but it was deeper than anything she had used before. She got it home, and made it into her new pump. At first, she just sat looking at it, rubbing lube onto her cunt lips, that were still swollen from her last pump session, but had lost a lot of the sensation that she gained through it. She was nervous. To her. Master said this would be O/our last time to enjoy the beach so lets get down there. I clean up breakfast mess and dinner mess from last night, as Master gets into His swimming suit. He carries His flogger with Him saying my ass had enough hard yesterday He will be easy on it today. I smile at Master’s care of this one. But I also see Master take the clamps and the vibs and the candle. He won’t be easy on my boobs I see. I moan. Master walks me down to the shoreline with my chains. He was so happy after it was over. For me there was very brief pain and some blood from his hard push, then very quickly a great mess. As a virgin I was confused by the physical feelings, but no gateway was breeched. I confessed the same day, as was my duty. But later I learned the truth when some who knew better examined me. My heart refused to tell him that he had not gone where he planned ... he would have been so disappointed. I am sure you understand.”“Why would you ask such a thing. You. She was wearing a little tank top and short skirt with sandals. I could see that she was beginning to tan as summer came on. My eyes played over her youthful body as discreetly as possible. The curve of her youthful breasts was particularly enticing. Our conversation ranged wide, but eventually the discussion turned to the lack of good boys in her school.“I just don’t know,” she said. “It’s almost like law schools never admit nice boys.”.“Believe me. I know that’s not true,” I replied. I knew.