Chapter 322

Occasionally as we hiked, we’d meet hikers coming the opposite direction on the trail, and we were told to bare our breasts for them so they got a good look at the goods. I’m sure Tom’s balls were aching by the time we got back, as Master was the only one who received relief on the hike. Back at the trailhead, Master fucked Annette in the back seat of Tom’s vehicle, so the car would smell of his wife’s adulterous fucking as they drove back to Zion. She was bobbing up and down his cock in the back seat, moaning like a banshee from her fucking as Tom watched kneeling on the front seat. Sean told Annette she could suck her husband’s cock when they were back in their hotel room, but not before, and her pussy was now off limits to her husband’s cock until her new Bull in San Francisco took over her submission.

“Yes, Master. No more pussy for my husband’s cock.”

“I want you to call me once a day for further instructions on your vacation, say while you’re lying in bed ready to