She smiled to herself and looked up at the ceiling in thought while swinging her legs childishly. ‘That’s true. I don’t know anything about thin...gs like that,’ she replied agreeably. ‘I know about other things though.’ She didn’t elaborate on it, but after a minute of letting Sin eat in silence, she got up again, making ready to leave. ‘Is there anything else I can get for you? Will that be enough food?’ she asked, sliding into the persona of the perfect hostess after she had practically been. You seem to know a great deal about me but I know nothing about you. Is your name really John?’ The dark featured man met Angela’s gaze. ‘John will suffice. If you prefer I can be Bruce Wayne. Like him I lost my parents to violence. My father was a professor of ecology my mother was an economist. I inherited this cabin and a very sizable sum of money after their deaths. I prefer this cabin to the outside world. It is full of nothing but happy memories. Every time I bag a buck or reel in a bass. I looked at Paul and he had already dropped his gown to the floor.He was magnificent.He moved between my legs and helped me pull my short black dress off. I had no underwear to remove.He bent forward and cupped each cheek of my ass in each of his big hands.He put his head straight to my wet pussy and kissed me there.He asked me if Michael had cum inside me.I told him yes and I obviously didn't expect to be licked out. He smiled and licked my pussy once.He looked up at me and smiled."Salty",he. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never admit that to Gimp and Gimp knew that."Finish her off slut." Mistress said to Gimp. "How dare you make her.