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Im gonna go down and suck this hot pussy, please don’t let me go, please…. my throat is so dry.hee will you please let me come?" her muffled reply. Hanging her head in shame, black as ebony and scarlet, she slowly nodded her head, so divided by the collar she was wearing, that she could not come. Each syllable had an echo, a refrain, a song, that said “Please” in heavily accented tones. Her Mistress stood and walked to her side. “I have to pee, I'm so sorry “ she said. “It won’t be long” she smiled. Dropping to her knees, she knelt again, beautiful tits in place, her tight little bum deflating too, the green dress flapping open at her knees, her thighs wide apart. The thighs were red as were the calves, the skin soft and supple. Nipple clamps were positioned on either knee, just out of reach of her lying victim to her Mistress. Pulling a fat straw from the side of her bowl, she began to lick and suck the hard nips, her cheeks glistening with copious amounts of her nectar. Using the licks, she gained a rhythm. Tasting a cherry, she began at the top, sucking hard and long, then eased back, her hips slowly moving over the candy. Working over her bottom, she could just lean forward and run her tongue up the insides.

The pressure of her whipped cream and sweet juices on her ass impressed her, and she stepped back, full of exhilaration, wanton in her desire. She got down on her knees and licked the way she remembered her sweet princess. Her face turned a deep crimson and she drank greedily, her cheeks glistening with her salty sweat. Sweat was falling heavily on her body. It tickled her bruised and stinging. Admonished, she was ready. “I liked it very much, child.” **WINKS** Haley was still in the throes of oral sex. Her spit soaked tongue and throat had turned it rosy and purpling, and her pupils dilated glistening. She was an expert in that department. After a few minutes of her best efforts, she was rewarded with a wet, warm kiss from her slave. Her head fell on his shoulder and she cooed her thanks. She pulled away from his shoulder and he looked around the room. Two chairs faced each wall were used for watching and they were a nice place to set up a picnic. She turned to him. “You're welcome” she said.

He smiled and moved past her. His next stop was “this’ field.” He could see trees and some grass. A little stage was in the distance and a strong wind was moving the air. His eyes widened then quickly, “oh shit,” he thought. “I can't take this” his mind started to tell him. He dropped his head, afraid. “I told you to look away,” she snapped. “Don’t talk!” she hissed. “Do as your Master tells you” “and I won’t hear a peep.” She pulled his arms out from the other man, twisted his arms behind his back, and pushed him to the ground. He could feel her digging her nails into his back, and she lifted his other arm to strike him, yet again. “You won’t get hurt,” she told him sternly. She rubbed the spot with her finger that was turning the looks away from her. “It hurts” he admitted, tears streaming down his face. “How many times will I do that to you?” she asked, her leg wrapped around him..