at his feet when he led Marina around the meadow.

“We are in the forest,” she said more or less confidently, “it smells quite differently here, cars are not heard, and it seems that someone is chirping somewhere.” If you now give me a shovel and tell me to dig, it will be a very bad sign ...

Oleg chuckled. He liked that she was joking, not even because she was not afraid, but because she relaxed. He stopped her at the log.

- Lift your leg. Slightly higher ... Bet. Now the second. Caution...

He held her hand just in case.

“Go until I say stop.”

- Is it direct?

Instead of answering, Oleg slapped her on the pope. Having stretched the offended “hey”, and rubbing the flopped, Marina went.

- Stop. Now we need to take a step away, - there lay the next log, - and a little bit to the left.

- Hospital you pay me?

- One more word, and I will take off your pants, and give only near the house.

She tried to find support with her foot, Oleg slapped his thigh.

- I said to walk. If anything, I'll catch it.

Marina nevertheless stepped on the second log, having slightly wobbled, but it was not difficult to keep her. Bringing it to the end of the log, he stood in front of her and extended his hands:

- Jump.

- Is it high there?

- Jump, and take off your pants.

- C'mon, now I will jump ...

- For the next violation, I will spank you, so do not pull.

He understood that instinct screams to her that you can not jump blindfolded. Marina didn’t jump as much as she simply took a step, holding her hands out, he caught her and held her close.

- Well, and you were afraid ... so you take off your pants or spank?

- I do not want.

- Marina ...

- Give back at least cowards.

Oleg himself unzipped his pants, pulled them to the middle of the thighs, despite the protesting shout and his hands on the shoulders, and bent over his thigh, sitting on a log. Realizing that now will be, Marina rushed, but he held tight. The blows resounded loudly over the clearing, Marina screamed, wriggling on his knee, with bare buttocks sticking up. Oleg felt that his rising member rested against her thigh. Having counted ten blows, Oleg intercepted the girl with both hands and sat him on his knees, hugging him and reassuring him. She was breathing heavily, but she did not break, fearing that he would become angry and be like last time.

“Return the pants, please,” the girl asked quietly, realizing that the punishment was over, and was even tolerable. Only wounded pride tried to shout through the burst of desire.

“Afraid I'll notice you're wet?” - Oleg gently caressed his lips and bit his ear. Her knees clenched when he slid his hand between her thighs, but he still reached the labia and ran his finger over them, paying particular attention to the clitoris. Marina moaned softly. Kissing her neck, Oleg introduced a finger into it. Marina grabbed his hand, not knowing whether to push away or press tight.

“I want you to take my cock in my mouth,” Oleg caressed her inside and out, forcing her to moan and bend. He was tense to the extent that a little more - and throw it on the ground, so as not to let go for a long time. But the plans were initially pacification. Therefore, Oleg removed his hand, hearing a disappointed sigh as a confirmation that he had decided correctly.

“You must first convince me that you deserve such an award.”

Marina put her hand on his swollen even through the pants member:

- You want me.

“Do you think of me as an animal that has enough lust to get what you want?” - Oleg pissed her off her knees, - and I would advise you to take off your pants completely, you look very funny looking down half.

Marina flashed, but took off his pants. Apparently, I decided that there is nothing to be afraid of, so you can try to get everything you can from this meeting. But the concept of “everything” was much wider for Oleg. A blouse covered her up to the middle of a soft, neatly trimmed red growth under the belly. Long, slender bare feet stepped on the ground.

Oleg pulled the blanket left over from the last picnic out of the trunk and spread it on the ground.

- You can sit down.

She obediently sat down, feeling the fabric with her hands.

- You are angry?

“Until I punish you.”

- Do not be angry ... I did not mean that.

Oleg sat down beside him.

- I myself will decide when and how to make love to you. And if you want this to happen at least sometimes, do what I say.

She paused, then nodded.

- Good.

Has gotten to unbutton a fly. Oleg stretched out on the bedspread, smiling broadly, and closed his eyes from pleasure when his cock dipped into a hot, moist mouth. He was already burning with desire, and she tried so hard to hug and caress his penis with her tongue, that he finished quickly and violently.

Taking a breath, Oleg knocked the girl on her back and spread her knees wide. She groaned and arched as he ran him along the inside of her thigh, and covered her rose petals. He penetrated it with two fingers, covered the clitoris with the base of the palm, and began to gently and gently press in a circular motion. The girl moaned, biting her lip, eager to meet him.

With his free hand, Oleg undid his blouse. When he tried to get to the fastener of the bra on his back, Marina got up, opening up access. Freeing her breasts, Oleg covered his naked nipple with his lips, with a force held his tongue. The muscles of the vagina around his finger went cramp.

- Ask me, - Oleg bent over prostrate, breathing heavily Marina.

“Please take me,” she breathed without resistance, licking her dry lips.

- Well ask, as my bottom, - he introduced the third finger into it.

She swallowed.

- Well?

“Take me please, master,” and froze, digesting that she called him that, waiting for a reaction. Oleg covered her lips with his mouth, penetrating his tongue between his teeth ajar, leaned with both his hands on the ground, and entered into it with a sharp jerk. Marina gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his hips.

Oleg, even from the last time, knew how to get to her sensitive points, and she was so excited that only a few pushes were enough for him to bring her to violent convulsions and loud moans.

After giving Marina a few seconds of respite, Oleg dragged her with his stomach onto the log, and re-entered, tightly clutching her hips and pressing her against the log to keep her from moving. (Porn tales) She dug her fingers into the ground, breathed loudly and responded to his every movement. A few minutes later, feeling that he would not last long, but she was already moaning plaintively and ready to finish, he reached out her clitoris with his hand, and squeezed it in his fingers. Marina gasped, her bosom clenched so violently that Oleg groaned, with a cry she fought in his arms in convulsions of an orgasm. He allowed himself to abruptly enter to the bottom, and also exploded, growling, scraping the bark from his log with his fingers.

They rolled off the log, and just lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily.

Oleg turned his head. Marina looked into the sky with her eyes wide open, her face was confused, a little even frightened. The tie was lying next to my head.

“I will not harm you because you are mine,” he turned her face towards him, “you will have a stop word if you are afraid, although I already know what you are capable of.” I will take care of you, and I will always know what you want. And you will learn to feel what I want - he picked his red silky hair with his hands, looking into green witch eyes, and she peered at him - his Master, to whose power she gave herself in the heat of the moment, but did not want to take a word back.

“There is a stream here, we must rinse,” Oleg pulled off his crumpled, half-worn clothes, extended his hand to Marina. She rose, dropped her blouse and bra, looking at the clearing. She found with a glance the logs on which she walked, guided by the voice, and smiled. Oleg will take care of her.

Having washed off all traces of passion, Marina called Oleg on the word of Oleg and said that she would spend the night with her boyfriend, and gave her cigarettes: from that hour she did not smoke.Oleg gave his trousers to her only when he arrived at the house, as he had promised. A soft, golden-orange collar was waiting for the house.