Hotsprings 6/6 (MF, FF, d/s, etc.)

                          HOTSPRINGS
                          Chapter 11

     Twilight was upon them before Jennie returned from her walk.
Kat saw her through the window, approaching the office.  Her step
was slow, as if she were tired, yet sure.  Whatever had gone on
out there, it had been good for Jennie.  Kat was pleased.
     The door opened and Jennie came in.
     "How are you feeling now," Kat asked.
     "Better.  A lot better, thanks.  I guess it was the shock
of it all."  She didn't apologize.  She knew it was neither
expected nor desired.  She ran her fingers through her hair,
shaking it out.  "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed.
Maybe I'll be able to face him tomorrow."  She pursed her lips,
as she considered it.  "Ah, hell," she sighed.  "Okay, Kat, 
see you in the morning."
     "Jennie?"  Jennie stopped.
     "Yes?"
     "I thought you needed a little cheering up, so I left you
a little something in your room."
     "Thanks Kat, but I just want to go to sleep.  Maybe tomorrow."
     "Whatever you think best.  Have a good night."

     It was black.  Pitch black.  Not even the tiniest bit of
light made it through the blindfold to his eyes.  Fred hadn't 
realized how much he depended on his sight to furnish him with
information about his surroundings.  Now he did.  
     He wondered how much time had passed.  It seemed like
forever, but there was no way he could gauge it.  He had entered
this of his own free will, yet now there was no way out - without
the help of another.
     He cast his mind back minutes? hours? to his room.  Kat had
sent him there to await her.  When she appeared she had several
things with her in a small bag.  He relived it in his mind.

     "Take off your clothes, Fred."
     He hesitated a second, then began to unbutton his shirt.
Kat smiled at him.  She could look like a cat, he thought.  Her
smile was enough to scare anyone.  Feral, very feral.  
     "This is going to help?" he asked as he removed his shoes
and socks.
     "It is not for you to question, merely obey," Kat replied.
She watched him remove his pants.  "But, yes, I believe it will
help.  However, that is beside the point.  You'll simply have
to trust me.  You have no choice."
     "There is always a choice, Kat.  I could go back on my
word."  
     Kat laughed, truly amused.  "You?  I doubt it.  And that is
'Mistress Kathryn' to you.  Don't forget.  My leniency is at an end.
Any further infractions will be punished.  Count on it."
     "Yes, Mistress Kathryn."  He could play the game as well as
anyone.  They both recognized that it was a game and that he was
merely playing by the rules.
     "Much better."  There was satisfaction in Kat's voice.  No,
more than satisfaction, her tone plus the gleam in her eyes
told him that she was enjoying this thoroughly, more because he
was playing than because he was doing what she asked of him.
     Her eyes roamed up and down his body as he kicked his pants
in the corner of the room.  He crooked an eyebrow and she gave a
tiny nod.  His shorts joined his pants on the floor.
     Kat walked around him, inspecting him, and it was all Fred
could do to keep from laughing.  She prodded his buttocks, felt
his biceps, touched his chest and stomach.  Inspecting the catch
of the day, he thought.
     "You'll do," she said finally.
     He was not surprised.  He had kept himself fit and active.
His muscles were well toned.  She hefted his balls and touched
his penis.
     "How long does it get?" she questioned before quickly going
on.  "Never mind.  It doesn't matter.  Okay.  Sit down on the chair."
     Fred followed her instructions and it was then that she
brought out the blindfold.
     "Listen carefully, Fred.  These are your instructions for the
night - do not deviate from them.  Do you understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress Kathryn," he replied, closing his eyes as the
blindfold was placed over them.
     "Good.  I am going to take you somewhere.  You may guess
where it is, but you will never know for sure.  You will wait there.
Eventually someone will come.  You may guess who it is, but you will
not know for sure unless you are told.  You will not say anything
unless asked a direct question.  Do you understand?" Her voice was
a melody, and he had to concentrate to hear the words.
     "Yes, Mistress Kathryn."  He then repeated back the 
instructions she had given him.
     "Good," she breathed in his ear.  He shivered.  "Now, to 
continue.  You will do whatever you are told.  Whoever is there, 
whether it is me or someone else, *will* be obeyed.  And you will 
continue to obey until you are returned here, to your room.  Do 
you understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress Kathryn.  I will obey until I am returned to
my room."
     "Good.  Now I am going to put foam ear-plugs in your ears.
You will still be able to hear, but it will be difficult for you
to pick up small sounds or to recognize voices."  He felt the foam
plugs being inserted.  She held them there until they expanded to
fill the ear canal.  
     Fred felt a little isolated.  His sight was gone, his hearing
impaired.  He felt a tap on his shoulder and he stood.  Kat led
him to his door and out into the hall.  There she spun him around
several times and led him a few steps.  She then repeated the pattern.
He knew it was to confuse his sense of direction.  It took quite a
while, but eventually he had come to a bed and he had been sat down
on it.  He figured he knew where he was, but he couldn't be sure - as
Kat had intended.
     Kat lay him down and centered him.  Then she cuffed his wrists
and ankles and tied them to the four corners of the bed.  He was 
spread-eagled, totally vulnerable.  She then wrapped something 
around his balls and tied it off on top of his penis.  It did not 
constrict the blood flow, it was not a cock ring.  He began to grow 
hard, anyway.
     Something was placed on his chest - an envelope? - then Kat
moved forward.  He felt her hair on his face.  She whispered to
him.  "If you are untied, don't leave, don't undo your blindfold, 
don't take out your earplugs.  Okay?"
     Was it Kat?  He was unsure, it didn't sound like what Kat
would say and he didn't recognize the voice.  How should he answer?  
He finally replied, "Yes, Mistress."  All he knew was that it was
a woman.  He barely heard a low chuckle, felt a light kiss on his
cheek and a loving touch on his penis, then she was gone.  Or
was she?  Was she simply sitting in a chair watching him?  He 
didn't know.  He surreptitiously  tested his bonds.  They were
strong.  He waited.

     He was still waiting.  What was that?  Did he hear something?
A door closing?  He couldn't tell.  Perhaps his waiting was at
an end.  But, no, nothing happened.  He considered what was likely
to happen and his penis grew harder.  It was going to be an
interesting night.

     Jennie slowly mounted the stairs.  She opened the door
to her apartment and breathed out in a long sigh.  It had been a
long day.  It would be a longer one tomorrow.  She hoped she
would manage it.
     A shower, she needed a shower.  She went directly to the 
bathroom and undressed.  The warm water felt good and she dallied
under the stream a bit longer than she normally would, unless
she was diverting herself with a bit of play.  This time she
wasn't.  Somehow her body seemed a little less attractive to
her than it had before.  She knew it had to do with knowing that
Jake found another woman attractive enough to go her instead
of coming home to his wife.  She wondered how long that feeling
would last.  Intellectually, she knew she was beautiful, she
just didn't feel it.
     Jennie pulled out her hair dryer and turned it on.  Her long
black hair gleamed in the light and she watched her gray eyes
watching her.  They seemed a little sad, she thought.  She brushed
the hair back and it spilled over her back.  "Ah, well," she 
said quietly, "to bed."  She hoped she would be able to fall
asleep quickly, but doubted it.
     That was strange:  her bedroom door was closed, but light
shone under the crack.  Had she left the light on?  She didn't
remember turning it on that morning.  How very strange.
     Jennie opened the door cautiously and gasped in surprise.
There, lying on her bed, was Fred.  But not a Fred she had ever
seen before.  He was tied spread-eagle and naked except for a 
blindfold and . . . .
     "Mmph."  Jennie held her hand over her mouth to stifle her
laugh.  There, tied around Fred's cock, Fred's lovely hard cock,
was a length of blue ribbon, tied in a bow.  On the end of the
bed was a small sign which read, 'Shhh'.  That stopped her 
questions before she even formed them.  As well, there was an 
envelope on his chest.  Looking closer she saw her name had
been written on the envelope.
     "A present," she whispered, enthralled.  "For me?"  She
walked softly to the bed and lifted the envelope from Fred's
chest.  He started, then quieted.  He said nothing.  Jennie
opened the envelope, pulled out the single sheet of paper and 
quickly scanned the message.
     "How lovely," she breathed out.  "And all for me."  Her
voice was so quiet that Fred wouldn't have been able to hear,
even had he not been wearing the earplugs.
     She frowned suddenly.  She couldn't do this.  She would
untie him and let him go.  It wasn't right.  Her hands reached
out to unhook his hand, but stopped short.  How could Kat have
known?  She stepped back and let her eyes run the length of
this present.  This present which was waiting for her, ready
to do whatever her bidding - she smiled - whether he wanted
to or not.  He really didn't have much choice.
     Her stomach twisted.  The fun she could have.  But, no.
This would be cheating on . . . .  Hell, what had he been doing
if not cheating - and for god knew how long.  That was different.
It didn't matter what he did, it was what she did that mattered.
She was the one who would have to live with herself, with her
decision.  She would let him go.
     Instead her hand reached out and stroked his side.  He 
jumped at the sudden touch and she pulled her hand back. 
Intrigued, she reached forth once more, this time to touch his
leg.  Another little jump, but this time not so pronounced.
She wanted to touch him a little more, but could she limit 
herself to . . . .
     Like a bolt, the word 'limit' flashed through her head.
Why limit herself, she had asked Kat.  She had been looking at
the situation from the wrong point of view.  If she used this,
uh, present to get back at Jake, then, yes, she would be wrong
and would have to live with it.  But that wasn't the intent
of the gift.  The intent was for her to use it for herself.
It had nothing to do with Jake.  She smiled, and caught her
smile in the mirror the dressing table.  It was a happy smile, 
a true smile filled with the joy of life.
     For herself.  Yes, for herself.  She had been so busy
trying to keep Jake happy that she had forgotten all about
herself.  Perhaps, somehow, he had sensed that and sensed
the hidden anger she had held for herself, for him.  The best
way to make someone happy was to be happy yourself.  No one is
better to be with than a happy person.  Happy people spread
happiness naturally, without trying. 
     Jennie suddenly felt relieved of the burden she had carried 
for these past several years.
     
     Such a nice cock.  About time it was unwrapped, don't
you think? she asked herself.  Yes, I do think so, I do indeed.
It jumped as she pulled on the ribbon, delighting her.  Let's
make it jump some more!  She unwound the ribbon and then just 
let it rest.  After some moments she ran a finger along it,
from just under the head back to the base.  It jumped again,
stiffening even more.  How wonderful.
     Jennie climbed up on the bed and sat cross-legged, just
contemplating the feast in front of her.  Her hand reached out
and stroked the firm stomach, thrilling as it tightened under
her hand.  Such a fine, young body - and so sensitive.  She
smiled and began to hum.
     What next?  Ahh, let's run a finger up his side.  Her nail
lightly scratched its way from hip, past stomach, chest, underarm
and up to the wrist cuff.  Fred squirmed under her touch, thrilling
her still further.  All hers, all hers.  Delightful.
     All the time in the world, no rush, no impatience to hurry
her along.  Beautiful.  She moved to a kneeling position, between
his spread legs, and looked down on him for a time before lightly
resting her hands on his legs.  She reached back, sitting on her 
heels, and ran her hands from his ankle cuffs along the outsides 
of his legs up to his hips, crossed over the upper thigh and back 
down along the insides.  Then she did it again and yet again.  She 
loved how he pulled at his bonds, yet was unable to free himself.
     "I like seeing you struggling," she whispered, just loud
enough so he would be able to hear.  His body tensed momentarily,
then relaxed.  He had heard all right.  She grinned at his relaxed
body.  He was going to make it hard for her.  Well, she loved
a challenge.
     Jennie bent forward and breathed in the fresh-dough aroma
of him.  Coming up a bit she gave the head of his penis a small
kiss, then ran her nails up his stomach to his chest.  She leaned
forward as far as she could, her hair dragging along his torso, 
and whispered once more.
     "If you get free before you come, you can have me - how ever
you want me."  Jennie felt herself beginning to lubricate at the
thought of it.  She toyed with his nipples for a time, feeling
them harden under her manipulations.  Fred began to fight the bonds,
and Jennie lowered her body to his, feeling the wonderful hardness
of his cock against her stomach, and held on tightly until he
ceased his struggles.
     Fred began to move his hips, rubbing his cock against her
stomach and she raised herself quickly to her hands and knees,
just allowing her nipples to graze his skin.  Oh no you don't.  
She grinned at his inventiveness, or was it instinct.  He was 
hers and she meant to make the most of it.  He would come when
she wanted him to, not before.  The feeling of power sent 
ripples of joy through her.  It was so much fun to be the one
in control.
     Okay, now it begins.  She sat back and began to stroke
his cock.  He recognized what that meant and began to struggle
against the bonds, trying to free himself, to capture the
prize.  Knowing Kat's thoroughness, it was unlikely that
he would succeed.  Yet it was possible, and that little
'danger' added spice to the undertaking.  Jennie closed her
hand around Fred and began to pump him.  He began to make
little noises and she pumped faster as he squirmed and twisted.
     God, it excited her.  Her nipples were erect and hard,
scratching at the air as she leaned over him, supporting 
herself with one hand.  She leaned down and captured his
cockhead in her mouth and ran her tongue around it.  Fred
groaned and began to stiffen.  He stopped fighting and lay
quietly, his whole body stiff.
     Jennie removed her mouth.  She knew he was on the edge
and wanted to see his face when he came.  He was trying to
put off the inevitable and she had to chortle.  No way.  She 
continued to stroke him and his mouth opened, jaw trembling.
He was gasping.  There would be no stopping him now.
     Suddenly he tried to heave himself upright, but was
prevented by his bonds.  His cock began to spurt and he
cried out.
     The first spurts, aided by her pumping action, landed
on his chest.  After that she let go and watched his cock
pulse and dribble out the remaining semen.  It fell on his
belly and slipped into his navel.  
     Jennie reached out and dipped a finger into his naval,
then brought it to her mouth.  Mmm.  Nice.  She patted him
on the thigh and then got up and off the bed.  He'd made
a bit of a mess and she'd have to clean him up.  Tsk, tsk.
     On her way out of the room an idea occurred to her and
she stopped by the kitchen before returning.
  
     Fred's breathing slowed and he relaxed from his orgasm.
He was sure it was Jennie who had brought him off, but not
positive.  He hadn't recognized the voice, it was too low, and
the words had been whispered.  He hoped it was Jennie, his Jennie.
     He had fallen for her the first day he had seen her.  There
was something about her which reminded him of . . . of better
days, happy days.  Thus had he come to work here.  He'd seen
how happy she was with Jake and had never thought he'd have her,
he was merely content to be around her.  Now, it was like a 
dream come true - if it *was* Jennie.  It had to be.  Kat 
wouldn't . . . or would she?
     The feel of the warm, wet, face cloth on his chest brought
his mind whipping back to the present.  He was being slowly, 
carefully cleaned.
     The bed moved as someone, Jennie?, sat down by his side.
A finger tapped at his lips.  He opened his mouth and a finger
popped inside.  He began to explore it with his tongue, finding
it lightly coated with honey.  He licked it clean and continued
to lick and suck at it until it was withdrawn.  The hand then
came down next to his head and something else tapped at his
lips.  He opened his mouth once more, but nothing entered.  His
tongue ventured forth and once more tasted honey, but this time 
it was on a nipple.  He tongued it lovingly and it was lowered
so he could suck on it, which he did.  The nipple lengthened
under his ministrations and he could feel his penis beginning to
stir once more. 

     Jennie stretched to relieve the wonderful tension which
was building up in her.  His mouth was so lovely, warm and wet
about her nipple.  It felt so good to have him suckling at
her breast.  She ran the fingers of her free hand through
his hair, loving the feel of it as it slipped away.  Such
nice hair.
     Oh!  The lashing of the tongue across her nipple sent
sparks through her body.  It was, however, too soon.  She
pulled back and Fred groaned his dismay.  
     Not to worry, she thought as she went to the other side
of the bed and repeated the process with her other breast.
Mmm.  Lovely, such a lovely sensation.  So warm, wet and 
exciting.
     Speaking of warm, wet and excited, Jennie reached down
and touched her labia, traced the lips around and then slowly
pushed one finger into herself, coating it with her juices.
She brought it up to her mouth and tasted herself.  Very nice.
But would he think so?  Only one way to find out.  Again the
finger entered her warm moist depths.  
     She hesitated.  He would do this, she knew, yet that 
wasn't enough.  She wanted him to want to do it.  There was
a tension inside her as she recalled, with sorrow, Jake's
refusal to taste her over the years.  Only one way to find
out, she thought once more.
     Jennie brought her moistened finger under Fred's nose,
giving him his first whiff of her.  His nostrils flared and
he took in a deep breath, then his tongue came out, questing.
A warm joy flowed through Jennie as she gave him what he 
wanted.
     After he had licked her finger clean she removed it.
He didn't close his mouth, but had it open, eagerly awaiting
the return of the finger.  Grinning, Jennie slicked it with
her juices once more and popped it back in his mouth where
he sucked it clean once more.  It was, she thought, not
unlike a mother bird feeding her young.  She began to play
with him, holding her finger just out of his reach, so he
would have to raise his head to get it, then, just when he
was about to get the prize, to snatch it away.  After one or
two attempts she would relent and allow him to capture her
digit.
     Inside her stomach twisted with the excitement of what
was happening, with the feeling of mastery which enveloped
her.  It was so good to set the pace for once.  It wasn't that
she disliked it the other way around, when Jake controlled the
speed and rhythm, but it was wonderful to experience the other
side as well.

     Fred was really getting into the game, excited by it,
enjoying the taste of her, when she suddenly stopped.  He waited,
expectantly, joyfully.  His joy crashed jarringly down when
he felt his left arm being untied.  So.  It was over.  It
was too soon.
     Her hands were now working on the ties which kept his
right arm attached to the bedpost.  He took a deep breath
and let it out with a sigh.  He had hoped for so much more,
more which was not to be.
     Wait.  his arms were positioned by his sides, then her
hand pushed against his butt, lifting it.  He got the message
and raised his rear off the bed.  The lashes on the wrist cuffs
were dragged through and he was allowed to lower himself again.
Now she was tying his right wrist cuff to his left and vice
versa.  His hands were trapped by his sides.
     What next?  He felt the excitement growing again.  She
wasn't finished with him.
     
     Jennie almost laughed at Fred's look of disappointment as
she untied his arms.  Did he really think she was finished
with him?  Not a chance, not when she was so close to living
out one of her fantasies.  At that thought, sparks flew inside
her and she squeezed her thighs together.  But first . . .
     Fred made to sit up.  She pushed him back down and 
placed a pillow under his head, propping it up.  Satisfied with
the angle of his head, she climbed up on the bed and straddled 
his chest, facing his feet.  She lowered her torso until her 
breasts touched him, then slowly inched her way backwards until
she could feel his breath on her pussy.  He could smell her, too,
she knew.  Back a bit more and . . . yes!  Oh, yes!  
     His tongue felt so good and she shuddered.  It was better
than she had imagined it.  He was licking at a quick pace, trying
to find her clitoris, finding it - yes!  Oh, god, it was good.
     Her insides were all liquid and moving in waves, in time
to the licking she was getting.  In a haze of euphoria she 
grasped his cock and began to return the favor.  He jumped as
her warm mouth surrounded him.  She had to giggle.  
     Oh god, he was retaliating.  He began to fiercely flick
her clitoris with a stiffened tongue.  Shockwaves rocked 
through her body and she clung onto him for support.  She 
couldn't take much of that.  Her attention to his cock was
forgotten as the center of her being, her core, was jolted
by bolts which left her nerves screaming - screaming for more.
     Too high, too high.  She inched forward, robbing of him
of his target and allowing herself to settle down.  She would
decide when to come, and now was not the time.
     After a minute's rest she swung around and faced him.  She
leaned down and, breasts brushing against his chest, nipples
sending signals of their own excitation down to her clitoris,
she kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting herself on him.
     "Can you hear me?" she whispered.
     He nodded.
     "Good."  She put her mouth close to his ear, her hair
spilling over his face.  "I am going to ride you, to subdue
you.  Then you will be mine.  But, if you can throw me, buck
me off, I will be yours.  Get the idea?"  He nodded again.
     She turned and untied his ankles, then tied them together
and tied the linked cuffs to the bed-frame.  She pulled lightly
on his feet and he inched down until she bade him stop.  He
would need a little slack, but not too much.

     Fred thought he understood and readied himself for her
to climb on him.  Instead he was surprised as she flung herself
forward and kissed him passionately.  His mouth opened under the
pressure from her tongue and their tongues dueled.  Her hands 
held his face while his were helpless at his sides.
     She was great, better than he ever would have dreamed.
This was heaven.  It was hard to breathe, then her mouth was
gone, was kissing and licking at his neck.  He moved his head
back to allow her better access - then suddenly she was gone,
was sitting back on him, gripping his penis, positioning it,
setting down on it.
     A cry of pleasure escaped him as she sank down on him.
Dimly he heard her own cry.  She was warm and wet.  He was
surrounded by her.
     "Ow!"  The sudden slap on his thigh reminded him.  He
heaved up, trying to unseat her, but she refused to be unseated.
Twisting and turning Fred tried to buck Jennie off of him, nearly
succeeding.  Only his head was in her as he came down.  She came
down hard on him, crying out at the sudden pleasure.  It was a
loud cry.  He had her!  She was off balance and another heave
would have her off of him.  He braced himself and went up, but
Jennie bent low over him and hung on for dear life as he contorted 
and bucked like a man gone mad.  He was aware of everything: her
breasts on his chest, the hard, long nipples rubbing against his
skin; his penis in her, pumping, driving, as he bucked; her hair
in his face; her hands clutching him; the smell of sex in the air.  
     With one more agonized cry he threw himself up but he couldn't 
do it, couldn't manage to get her off.  And now he was too tired
to do much more than rock her.

     Jennie, buffeted by the wild ride, was still in control and
she felt Fred's energy fading.  She released him and sat up, riding
him well - tall in the saddle, the irreverent thought came to her.
He was beaten.  He knew it and she knew it.  All that remained was
for her to finish him.
     Faster and faster she slid up and down his cock, wringing
cries of pleasure and gasps from her mount.  Then he stiffened
once again, trying once more to prevent the inevitable.  She
was having none of that and reached around and fondled his
balls.
     A tremor went through him and with a great cry his stomach
contracted, bringing him almost upright, only to fall back
on the bed.  Up he came again, almost as high, then once more,
before falling back limp.
     "You're mine!" she cried out and rode him more faster,
one hand on his chest, the other fingering her clitoris, until
lights burst in her head and she, too, was coming, a wail
issuing from her throat.  She sank down on him, stretched
her legs back and let them lay on either side of his and
listened, her ear to his chest, to his heart as it slowly
returned to normal.
     "You're so beautiful," he whispered to her, although it 
was against his instructions, "so very beautiful.  Thank-you, 
my Mistress, thank-you.  I am yours, yours."
     Jennie smiled softly as she relaxed into a light doze, with
him still in her.  Yes, he was hers.  Soon she was sleeping.

    Fred lay under her, unmoving.  Her pillowy breasts were
crushed against his chest by her weight.  Her body was on his,
and he was tired.  It had come to him that he might have been
fortunate not to have unseated her.  Had he come out of her 
and she come crashing back down on him, he could have been
badly hurt.  The thought caused him to shudder, then, hypnotized
by her soft breathing, he, too, fell to sleep.
    Movement brought him out of it.  His cuffs were being 
removed.  He was helped to his feet, then led a few steps,
turned, led a few more and on and on until he was sat down
again.  His earplugs were removed and then his blind fold.
He blinked in the bright light of his room and squinted up
at the woman above him.  It was Kat!  Had it been her all
along?  He made to speak but she put her finger to her lips.
The look on her face made it clear that he was to say nothing.
     "You did well," she told him.  "Leave it at that.  Now
get some sleep.  You have to be up in a couple of hours to
open up."  She turned and left.
     "Yes, Mistress Kathryn," he said quietly to her receding
back.  He would shower in the morning, he decided.

     "Everything go well, Jennie?" Kat asked as she stopped
at her door.
     "It was wonderful, Kat, wonderful.  Thank-you."  Jennie
had been standing by her door, awaiting Kat's return.  She
stepped out and kissed Kat on the cheek before returning to
her bed.  Yes, everything was just wonderful.  Now if she
could just make it through the day.

     Big Jake Saunders drove the car up to the Complex.  He 
was feeling good.  He had the Memorandum of Agreement, requiring 
only Jennie's signature, and the thrill of expectation with him.
His Jennie would be eagerly awaiting his return.  There would be
some wild sex tonight.  He looked at his watch.  It was just 
past one.  Maybe they wouldn't wait until evening.  A nooner
would be just the thing to celebrate the success of his venture.
     The office door was open.  There was a chance, a fair
chance, that Jennie would be there.  He'd rather not see Kathy,
but he could avoid her mostly.  Her stand still irked him, yet
he could see little he could do about it.
     Jennie was in the office.  She turned to see him, yet didn't
seem overly happy to see him.  In fact she looked a little 
distraught.
     "What is it, babe?" he asked, his concern audible.
     "I've got to go into town, Jake.  I'm glad you're back.
Look after things, okay?"
     "What is it?"
     "Susan, you remember Susan, was in an accident.  She's 
in the hospital.  She doesn't have many friends here yet and no
family.  Someone has to be there for her.  I'm sorry, Jake.  I
hope I'm back tomorrow . . ."
     "Tomorrow?" he interrupted, wondering who this Susan was.  He
couldn't, for the life of him, remember any Susan.
     "Sorry, Jake.  I have to go."
     "Okay," he relented.  He might as well give in gracefully.
She would leave anyway.  She was like that where friends were
concerned.  "But I have the Memorandum of Agreement here . . ."
     "It'll have to wait, Jake.  I have to go."  She gave him a
quick hug, then hurried out the door.  He followed her and watched
her get into the car and head off.  Now that was disappointing.

     It seemed that everything needed his attention and it was
only after 7 p.m. that he finally found time for himself.  He
stepped wearily into the apartment.  The windows had been left
closed and the heat had built up throughout the day.  Damn.  
It would be hot as hell in there for a couple of hours.  He 
went around and opened all the windows and the sliding door 
leading out to the balcony, which overlooked the pool.
     It was cooling quickly outside and the heat from the pool
was reacting with the cool air in that old familiar way - fog.
Ah, well, he enjoyed that, time to time.  But now he was restless.
He had been expecting a hot time, looking forward to it, wanting
someone to share in the celebration of his success.  Claire had been 
fine, but she wasn't a part of the Hotsprings. It just wasn't the same.  
     Jake decided to go out for a walk.  It would be cooler when 
he returned, and then he could get some sleep.   Who the hell was
Susan?
     When Jake returned, the fog was thick over the pool.  He
considered a dip, then dismissed the thought.  Instead he climbed
the stairs and entered the apartment.  It was cooler now, much
better.  He went about closing the windows.  
     When He came to the balcony he heard a splash below him.
What the hell?  The pool was closed.  He peered through the vapor,
trying to see who might be in the pool.  His breath caught.
     Through the swirling fog he caught a glimpse of a woman -
and she was naked!  The fog seemed to eddy around her, first
covering then exposing parts of her body.  There was no mistaking
the red hair.  It was Kathy!
     With a malicious grin on his face, Jake quickly went inside 
and changed into his bathing suit.  It would serve her right if
he went out and they met 'by accident'.  The more embarrassed she
was, the better.  He wouldn't mind getting a closer look at her 
body, either.

     "Well, hello."
     Kat gave a little gasp.  "Jake!  What are you doing out here?"
She tried to cover her nakedness - unsuccessfully.
     "I just came out for a dip.  I must say, I didn't expect this."
He was between her and the chair which held her robe.  She tried to
move around him and he turned and picked up the robe, holding it
behind his back.  He felt himself getting hard.
     "I think you have some explaining to do, Kathy."
     Kathy wasn't listening.  She was looking Jake up and down,
unconsciously licking her lips.  He smiled.  He could recognize a
woman's interest when he saw it.
     "Why don't we go up to the apartment and discuss the
'inappropriateness of your attire'."  He tried to sound as official
as he could.
     "But Jennie . . ."
     "Jennie won't be back tonight."  Jake smiled as he saw Kat
calculating the risk.
     "Okay," she nodded, putting her hand out for her robe.
     He kept it behind him.  "After you," was all he said, and
he motioned to the door.
     Watching her sway her hips in front of him, Big Jake knew
that it would be a hot night after all.


                         Chapter 12

     How had this come about? Jake wondered.  There he was in
a most unusual position - tied up, spread-eagled on his bed,
with Kathy standing beside him, smiling down.  Comes from 
wanting to get laid too badly, he decided.

     They had come back up to the apartment, Kathy no longer
making any attempt to cover herself, nor to regain possession
of her robe.  It had taken only a few minutes to talk her into
coming into the bedroom.  She must be desperate for it, Jake
had thought.  Probably, considering her attitude, it had been
a long time since she had had a man in her bed.  He wouldn't
disappoint her.
     Upon seeing the ties on the bedposts, Kathy had become
excited.
     "Oh my God.  That's one of my fantasies.  Lie down, Jake
and I'll tie you up."
     "Actually, Kathy, I was thinking of the other way around."
Jake had replied.
     "You want to tie me up?"  Her voice had risen in interest.
"That's great.  But you first."  She had looked up at him, suddenly
shy.  Then she seemed to have come to a decision and confided in 
him, "You know, when I'm on top, I get such a rush, that afterwards
a man can do what ever he wants with me.  Having you tied would
be just that much more exciting."
     So, it hadn't taken much considering for Jake to agree.  Now, 
there he was, tied and hard, waiting for her.  She was taking
her time, running her hands over him, praising his body.
     "Are you ready, Kathy?" he asked, wanting to get this over
with so that he could go to work on her.  Her eyes were shining.
     "Yes, Jake.  And I see you're ready, too."  She stroked
his hard cock.  "God, you're big."  He smiled his pride.
     Kathy climbed up on the bed and kneeled astride him.  "This
is going to be so good, Jake, so good.  I've dreamed about it.
Thank god Jennie had to go to town."
     Jake didn't like to be reminded of Jennie.  He loved her 
like he would love no other woman.  He didn't really want to
cheat on her, didn't really consider it cheating.  It was just
that he needed more excitement.  Excitement like this.
     Kathy grasped his cock and held it to her pussy.  God,
she looked great, up there above him, her breasts appearing
larger from that angle.  Such great breasts.  "Do it," he cried
out.  Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Kathy lowered herself on him.
Her face was a mixture of wonder and joy as he filled her up.
She was panting by the time she had him completely inside her.
     "My god Jake, you're filling me, splitting me . . ."
     "Jake?  This Memorandum says . . . ."  It was Jennie!
     Both of them stared at the open door, to see Jennie standing
there, shocked, staring at them.  For a long moment no one said 
anything, then Jennie's face started to blacken, to turn into a
thundercloud.
     Kathy's face fell, "Jennie, I'm sorry . . ." 
     At the same time Jake began, "Jennie, babe, I can explain . . ."
     "There's nothing to explain.  I have eyes."  The Memorandum
of Agreement fell unnoticed to the floor as Jennie advanced.  She
gripped Kathy by the hair and pulled her off Jake.  "You Bitch.
I thought I could trust you, thought you were my friend."  She was
angrier than Jake had ever seen her.  
     Kathy gasped as she came off Jake with a squishy sound.  She
tried to plead with Jennie, but there was no mercy in Jennie now.
She marched Kathy out of the bedroom.
     "Jennie, untie me, I can explain . . ." Jake called after her,
struggling with the ties.  It was useless, they were too strong.
     "I'll deal with you later," Jennie's voice came back.
     Several minutes later Jennie appeared at the doorway.  "I'm
having her write out a statement, telling everything.  It'll be
used at our divorce - if that's what I decide on.  I've something
to do now, but I'll be back."
     "Jennie . . ." Jake pleaded, but it was no use.  Her face was
implacable as she closed the door on him.  He wondered how he was
going to get out of this one.

     Jennie's heart was pounding as she propelled Kat, still naked, 
from door to door down the hall.  At each door, Kat pounded and 
told her subjects to meet them in the common room.
     In the common room, they stood and waited as Fred, Stacy, Mel
and Tom arrived one by one to stare at the naked body of their
Mistress.  There was confusion on their faces.  Jennie smiled to
herself.  This would be interesting.  She put all the command she
could into her voice, making it strong and cold.
    "Mistress Kathryn, here, has told me, in great detail, about
her deals with each of you - about just how you came to wear those
chokers."  Four hands went up to touch those same chokers, four
faces wary and uncertain.  Kat stood with all the dignity she 
could muster, straight and erect, no emotion on her face at all.
     "Well, things are about to change around here."  Jennie looked
from face to face.  "I will be taking over each of those deals.  
You may now refer to me as Mistress Jennifer.  Any promises that
Mistress Kathryn has given you, I will take over.  Is that 
understood?"  Jennie waited, heart pounding.  How would they take
it.  Would she succeed?
  
     Stacy's eyes narrowed.  Jennie had never impressed her with
her strength, but the Jennie she was seeing here impressed her
a lot.  And Jennie's position as owner, outranked that of 
Mistress Kathryn.  Mistress Kathryn was saying nothing.  Stacy
looked again at Jennie and her mind was made up.  She would go
with the power.  And if she were the first, perhaps she would
be rewarded for that.  Besides, she would have a better chance
of getting revenge on Big Jake with Mistress Jennifer than with
Mistress Kathryn.
     "I'm with you, Mistress Jennifer," she said.  She thrilled
as Mistress Jennifer smiled warmly at her.

     Mel was confused, but if Stacy was going over to Jennie, he
would, too.  If they had separate mistresses, the fun and games
they'd been having would probably be over with.
     "I'm with you, too, Mistress Jennifer," he blurted out and
Mistress Jennifer gave him an acknowledging nod.

     Fred was wondering what was going on.  He thought he could see
something beneath the surface, but he wasn't sure.  All he knew
for sure was that he had made his promise to Kat.  He had given
his word.
     "Well, Fred?"  Jennie's voice was cold and hard.
     He glanced at Kat and raised his eyebrow a fraction of an inch.
She replied with a millimetric nod of her head.
     "I am most pleased to serve you, Mistress Jennifer," he 
replied, and was startled to see a look of relief flash across 
Jennie's face before she turned to Tom.

     Tom looked impassively at the two women.  It was obvious that
Kat was on her way out.  He would be freed from all of his 
agreements.  There was nothing to push him towards Jennie.  He
was free.  He wondered if that was what he wished.  It was nice,
being able to relax and have someone else make the hard decisions.
He looked again at Mistress Kathryn, at that body he had had such
fun with.
     "I'll stay with Mistress Kathryn," he finally said.

     "Okay, Tom.  If that's how you want it," Jennie spoke quietly,
that's how it'll be."  Her voice turned sharp once more.  "The rest
of you, go into my living room and await me there."  The three 
trooped out.  As they went down the hall Jennie could hear excited
whispering.
     "Tom," Jennie's voice was soft.  "Mistress Kathryn will be
leaving here soon.  That means you'll be free, which, no doubt,
you've already considered.  That is fine by me, except . . ." she 
allowed her pause to go on a long time, "except, I'll not get to 
experience the wonderful tongue which Mistress Kathryn says you 
possess."
     Tom's eyebrows shot up at that.  He looked at Mistress 
Kathryn.  She smiled at him, then walked over to him and pulled
his head down and kissed him gently on the lips.  He hugged her
back and Jennie could just make out Kat's words as she whispered
to him.  "Thank you, Tom, I love you for your loyalty.  Go with
her.  That's a request.  You'll probably have a lot of fun."
     Kat stepped back and Tom looked at Jennie once more.
     "Shall I go with the others, Mistress Jennifer."
     Yes!  "Of course, Tom.  Thank you Tom."  Tom disappeared 
down the hall.  She waited until she heard her apartment door close
behind him.
     "And now I'll deal with you, you hussy."  Her gray eyes
glared at Kat, then softened.  "Thank you, cousin.  I think we've
got him."
     Kat grinned.  "At least you could have let me ride that 
monster a little longer, Jennie.  No wonder you don't want to 
lose him."
     "I love him, Kat.  What can I say?  As to your ride - sorry,
maybe later.  I wish I'd been able to give you more time - I never 
thought he'd get the deal done so quickly - but you did wonderfully
without it.  I hope I can do as well."  She hugged Kat.  "You're 
more than a cousin - you're a good friend.  I had nowhere else to 
turn, then I remembered you.  I didn't understand, before, and I'm 
sorry."  Her thoughts went back through the years to her discovery
of Kat's predilection for d/s games.  "You really came through for 
me - big time."  She released Kat and stepped back.  She looked
at Kat's naked body.  "You're beautiful, too.  It's been too 
many years, Kat.  We should have kept in touch."
     Don't worry, Jennie, you'll do fine.  I think it is time
that Mistress Jennifer came into her own, anyway."  She smiled
at Jennie.  "It's just as well that it has been years, otherwise
I would have met Jake before and I wouldn't have been able to 
help."  Her smile faded.  She pursed her lips, uncertain of
whether or not to go on.  Jennie smiled and nodded, inviting her
to go on and she came to her decision.
     "You're really in love with Jake, aren't you?  There won't
be a divorce, will there?"
     "Yes and no, respectively."
     "Then I guess I should warn you: Fred thinks he is in love 
with you, he isn't - not really.  But he'll stay a while until
he realizes this.  He's hiding from something in his past and
eventually that will pass.  When it does, I don't think he's the 
type who will want to play second fiddle to Jake."  She paused, 
composing her thoughts before continuing.  "When that time comes, 
and he decides to leave . . ."
     "Yes, Kat?"
     "See if you can direct him my way."
     Jennie looked down at her friend, realizing just what she
had given up for her.  "Okay," she said softly, "I will."
     Kat turned her thoughts away and brightened.  "Meanwhile, 
let's finish what we started."

     Jake had decided how he was going to handle Jennie.  It would
be tricky, but he could pull it off.  If only she would return. 
He should have known better than to allow himself to be tied up.
     He heard a footstep, then the door was being opened.  Jennie
pushed Kat into the room.  There were tears on Kat's face.  In
her other hand she held a piece of paper.  Jake groaned silently.
     "Jake.  Your hussy here has made a full confession . . ."
     "Jennie," Jake interrupted.  "I'm sorry for what happened,
but after my long absence and when I returned, eager for you, hot
for you, and you left - I don't know what happened.  But, really,
nothing happened.  She tied me up, and I changed my mind.  But
there was nothing I could do.  It had been so long . . ."
     "Since yesterday at 1832 Rockwell?"  Jennie's question
stopped him dead.  His stomach lurched.  "With Claire, Jake?  In 
the back yard, Jake, for god's sake?
     "No, Jake.  I tend to believe your tramp here.  But that's
all beside the point.  The point is that I'm not going to put up
with this any more.  Things have changed around here Jake.
     "There will be no development, Jake, at least not any that
we don't do at our own pace."  She picked up the Memorandum of
Agreement and held it out to one of his tied hands.  "Grab it
Jake."  He did as he was ordered.
     "If you decide to go through with this," she indicated the
paper they both held, "then there will be a divorce.  You may
think that you can still operate here, through the divorce, and
pay me off.  I want to show you how wrong you are."  She turned
her head and called.  "Come in."
     To Jake's astonishment, Mel, Stacy, Fred and Tom trooped in.
It was embarrassing to be caught naked, tied to the bed, and 
Jake blushed.  He wondered what was going on when Jennie began
speaking again.
     "These people are mine, now, Jake.  Isn't that right?"
     "Yes, Mistress Jennifer," they chorused
     "Mistress Jennifer?"  Jake was dumbfounded.
     "Yes.  And they will do what I say.  Watch."  She turned
to the others.  "Strip."  As one they began taking off their
clothes.
     Jake was stunned.
     "So, I am going to start to tear this agreement in half.
If you agree with me, don't let go.  If you let go I'll assume
you intend to proceed.  Let me warn you, Stacy has made known
her intent to press sexual harassment charges if I allow it.  
I'll back her up as will Kathy, won't you Kathy?"
     "Yes, Mistress Jennifer."
     "Good.  On top of that there is going to be a strike by
your employees.  Right?"
     "Right, Mistress Jennifer," they said in unison.
     Big Jake, not feeling so big anymore, closed his eyes.  She
had him.
     "And, on top of that, there will be the divorce.  Are you
sure your partners, here," she rattled the paper,  "will wish to 
keep their deal with you?  I do own half of Hotsprings Campsite, 
remember.  You were the one who pointed out the tax advantages."  
Jake swallowed.  He was truly beaten.
     "Okay.  I'm going to start tearing now," she warned him.
He tightened his grip and heard the paper tear.  It was done.
"Very good, Jake."
     "It's done, Jennie.  Untie me now."
     "Jake, Jake, Jake.  It has only just begun."  Jennie looked
down at him, smiling wickedly.  How could he ever have thought
her weak?
     "Let me explain how things are going to be.  I am now
Mistress Jennifer to you, too.  And to crown my achievement I
am going to ride you, in front of everyone, then you are going to
eat me out.  It's time you learned that little skill."
     "Jennie, I don't like that.  You know it."  He stopped,
seeing Jennie's bleak look.
     "You'll learn to like it.  However, you've just displeased
me.  I told you, I am 'Mistress Jennifer' to you now.  I am
not Jennie any longer.  When there are customers present you
may call me Jennifer.  
     "Next, I expect agreement from you, not excuses.  I don't care 
that you don't like it.  But, how would you know, you've never tried 
it?"  
     Jake licked his lips and said nothing.
     "There can be rewards, too, Jake.  You will stop paying
the rent on that house.  In fact you'll stop paying anything.
We'll remove your name as a signing authority.  As well, I've 
already arranged to move our joint account into a single account, 
mine.  
     "But I digress.  There can be rewards.  Fight me and you
will regret it.  Go along with me and, if you want it, Claire
can come and live here.  We'll find something for her to do,
I'm sure.  She will, of course, be subject to my rules."  Again
that wicked smile.  "Do you understand, Jake?"
     "Yes, I do.  Can't we talk about this?"
     "Mistress Jennifer."  Her voice rang.
     "Jennifer, please, . . ." He got no further.
     "You don't learn quickly, do you Jake?  Well, I warned you."
She moved to him and considered his limp cock.  "First we'll have
to get that up."  She licked her finger and placed it at his
anus.  He looked up at her, pleading silently with her - to 
no avail.  She pressed and he could feel her finger moving
inside of him, pressing up, massaging.  His cock began to grow
and nothing he could do would stop it.  The finger came out
and Jennie climbed on top of him, just as Kathy had earlier.
     "Oh, God!"  She dropped down on him suddenly, allowing
him to fill her.  Then she began rising and falling on his
pole, rubbing her clit as she moved.  Soon she was panting
and gasping.  Then she came in a cry as the others all looked
on.  He felt her pussy spasm around him.  He rocked his
hips, but she was having none of that.  She unseated herself
and motioned to the others.
     "Okay, boys, you know what to do."  
     The men moved forward and, one limb at a time, reversed
him until he was lying spread eagled on his stomach.  He had
tried to fight, but the others were much too strong for him.
     He looked back at Jennie and saw her motioning Kathy
forward.  Kathy had a large pillow from the living room with
her.
     "Up, Jake."  He realized the futility of disobeying
Jennie's order and raised himself up as much as he could
while Kathy slipped the pillow under his stomach and then
left.  Jennie placed a pillow against the head-board and then
climbed up and sat down in front of his head, her legs out
to either side of him.
     "Okay, Jake, are you ready to go at it."
     "Please, Jennifer, can't we talk?"
     "I thought that might be your response."  Sorrow was
heavy in her voice.  "Jake, I'm afraid you have to be taught
a lesson, and Stacy is the one who is going to do it."  He
looked up at her, puzzled.  "Look around, Jake."
     Stacy stood there, testing the ties of the strap-on she
had just donned.  Jake felt his mouth go dry.  Surely not.
Stacy's eyes were bright with excitement.  He closed his eyes.
     "Mistress Jennifer," he began, but was interrupted.
     "That's good, but it's too late.  I understand you wanted
to fuck with Stacy.  Now I'm providing that opportunity.  Aren't
you pleased, Jake?"  Jake remained quiet.  "Except, she's the
one who's going to be doing the fucking.  Now Jake, pay attention.
She is going to fuck your ass until you make me come with your
tongue.  It's up to you how long she rams you."  

     Stacy was alive with the excitement.  This was going to be
so good.  She carefully lubed the false cock.  She would have
preferred using an unlubed one, but Mistress Jennifer had insisted.
Lubed and ready, she climbed up onto the bed between Jake's spread
legs.  She gave him a playful swat on the rear and giggled as he
jumped and looked behind him.  He tried to move his ass out of
the way, but there was no chance.
     "It's payback time, Jake," she said maliciously and placed
the head of her cock at his anus and began pushing.  Jake fought
it, so she pushed harder.  It wouldn't be long now.
     Mistress Jennifer attracted her attention and mouthed the
word 'gently' to her.  She wasn't happy about that, but something
was better than nothing.  Jake groaned and Stacy felt herself slowly
sinking into him.  This was just great.  Suddenly there was no
more resistance and she bottomed out, grinning.   
     "How's it feel, Jake?  Was that as good for you as it was
for me?"  She drew back and pulled all the way out.  It had felt 
so good that she was going to do it again.  Again he fought it, 
and again he lost.  She pulled out for a third time.  This time he 
didn't fight.  Instead he pushed himself forward and began to lap 
at Mistress Jennifer.  
     Worried that she might have only a short ride, Stacy began
moving faster and slapping at Jake's thighs and buttocks after
getting approval from Mistress Jennifer.

     Jake cried out his frustration and humiliation.  He held 
himself as tight as he could, what with his legs spread, but
to no avail.  Stacy pushed past his anus and inside of him, 
pressing until she was right against him.  After taunting him
she pulled right out and he breathed a sigh of relief, only to 
see that relief shatter as she pressed forth once more.  He had 
to keep her out.  He wouldn't let her do this.  To hell with Jennie!
     It was no use.  Again his anus opened under Stacy's 
pressure and again she slid deep inside him, chuckling as she
overcame his resistance.  She was enjoying this, the cunt.  She
was enjoying his resistance and showing him that it was useless.
He knew he deserved this, that he had it coming, but it was no 
less painful for all that.  What really humiliated him was that 
his cock was hard once more.  He couldn't be enjoying this, could 
he?  
     Stacy pulled out again and Jake knew that she did this only
to drive the point home that she could do as she wanted to him.
He wouldn't resist anymore.  He knew she was right.  He wanted
to beg Jennie to stop this, yet knew that the plea would fall
on deaf ears.  There was only one thing to do.  Get Jennie off
as quickly as possible.  He began to lick at her, tentatively
at first.  Wonderingly, he noted the taste of Jennie wasn't all 
that bad after all.  In fact it was kind of nice.  He wondered 
why he had never done this before.  
     Jake grunted as Stacy began assailing his ass with greater 
vigor and stepped up his own pace as well.  The sooner he finished 
Jennie, the sooner Stacy would have to stop.  Jesus, and he had 
been complaining about a lack of excitement here?

     Kat watched, amused, as Jake gave in and did his duty.
Jennie called Tom and Mel to her, one to either side of the bed
and they sat down, and began suckling at her breasts.  Her face
was a picture of delight.  She caught Kat's eye and waved at
Fred, smiling, before her eyelids drooped and closed.  They 
opened again, briefly.
     Kat winked at her.  Enjoy, she mouthed.  
     "You, too," Jennie gasped.
     "Come on, Fred, pick up your clothes and come with me."
     He obeyed, unquestioningly.
     Kat led him back to her room.  Once there she sat on the
bed.  Fred stood with his clothes in his hands, waiting.  He
was certainly a good looking man.  She sighed.  It was a pity
they had been such adversaries earlier.
     "Well, what are you waiting for?" she finally asked.
     "Orders, Mistress Kathryn."
     "Well, we can certainly play that game," she paused for
effect, "if you want to."
     "Pardon?"
     "Mistress Jennifer is your Mistress now, not I."
     "But she gave me to you, I saw it."
     "She sent you out with me, and that's not the same thing.
Come and lie down with me."  Kat made her voice soft.  It was
not an order, just a suggestion.  Fred placed his clothes on
the chair and sat down on the bed.  Kat worked her way to the
top of the bed and leaned back against a pillow.  She stroked
Fred's back.
     "That's what this was all about, wasn't it - the development?"
     "Still curious.  Okay.  Yes, mostly.  Jennie thought that 
they would lose their independence once partners came into the 
business.  She feared they would lose their freedom and lose the 
joy that this place gives them.  So she called on me.  She called, 
I came."
     Fred turned his head to look her in the eyes.  "And who 
are you?"
     "I'm her cousin."  Come on Fred, you've got a warm, live
woman here.  She's naked and on a bed - do something about it.
     "You said 'mostly' . . ."
     "Yes.  The development that Jake was planning turned out to
be more a symptom rather than the disease itself.  The real
problem was with the relationship between Jennie and Jake.  It
needed some changes."  She gave Fred a quick grin.  "I think that
it has changed a little, don't you?"
     Fred was forced to grin in return.  "A little," he admitted.
"And now?" he asked, still looking at her, but not moving.
     "And now Hotsprings Campsite has a new Mistress.  I'll stay
for a couple of days, to make sure that everything goes smoothly,
the transition from me to Jennie wasn't supposed to be this rapid,
but the speed at which Jake was progressing forced us to move
more quickly that we wanted.  After it's clear that Jennie is
in charge, it's back home for me.  Any other questions?"  Kat
was holding her impatience tightly in check.
     "Why did you take me out of there?"
     "Because you didn't want to be there.  Sit next to me." 
Somewhat to her surprise he twisted round and sat against the
pillow she had placed against the wall for him.  She put her
hand on his thigh and patted it.
     "You're right.  I didn't.  Thank you.  I owe you one."
     Awright!  His sense of humor was returning.  "You do,
do you?  Tell you what, you want to try to buck me off?"
She smiled.  His face fell.
     "It was you?"  He was incredulous.
     Kat reached over and turned on the Baby-minder.  She
offered him one of the ear phones, putting the other to her
own ear.  They could hear Jennies rising cries, culminating
in the wail that Fred had heard the night before.  He put
down the phones.
     "You cunning devil," he complimented her.  "Jennie knows
about this?"
     "That's 'horny, cunning devil'.  And yes, she does - now."
Kat laughed.
     "Horny?" he asked.
     Kat dipped a finger into herself, then held it under
Fred's nose.  "You tell me."  To her delight Fred moved his
head quickly forward and captured the finger.
     "We'll have to do something about that."  He quickly 
moved to the foot of the bed where he grabbed her ankles and
began pulling her down until she was flat on her back.  
     A wide smile crossed Kat's face.  This was more like it!
About time Fred.  She opened her legs wide for him and he pounced 
on her, catching himself so that he landed on her lightly.  His 
cock was at her entrance, semi hard.  He pressed against her 
lightly then stopped.
     "What's up?"
     "I just want to grow into you, you might say," he grinned.
     Kat's eyes widened in delight.  She felt him pushing, parting
her lips, entering her, as he grew.  
     "Ah, that's good.  I want you to come in me, all the way."
     "Is that an order?" he laughed, then gasped as she brought
her heels hard into his ass, propelling him forward and into her.
     "Of course not.  You do what you have to, and I'll do what
I have to."  She held his face and brought it down to kiss him.
      He allowed that for a moment then withdrew.  "Okay, then I'm
outta here."
      "What?!"  She gasped as he withdrew his cock as well, then
he brought her raised legs over his body, and positioned himself
at her entrance again.  He was on his side, slightly bent around
her, she on her back, legs over his hips.  He pushed up and into
her once more.
     "I want to relax and enjoy this," he told her.
     He began to lazily pump into her, causing her to groan.  He 
propped his head up with one hand and with the free one stroked 
her up and down, from her neck to her clit.  She closed her eyes.
He began to talk to her, quietly, softly.  It almost hypnotized
her - and she realized that was what he wanted, so she let the
words flow over her, excite her, while she concentrated on the
feelings which were rising in her.
     "You are beautiful, Kat, very beautiful.  I love the way
your nipples stand so proud.  Feel their joy as I touch them,
stroke them, yes, that's it.  Your skin is so soft and wonderful;
feel it as my fingers work their way down your stomach and into
your fine red hair.  Yes, shiver in delight, feel the joy as
they excite you, touch your clit, flick it, then trace their
way back up to those lovely breasts, tracing patterns on them,
caressing your chest, stroking your neck.  Yes, I love your moans,
they turn me on - oh god yes!  You are so warm and moist, I love
the feel of being in you, surrounded by you, the feel of your
contractions as you pull at me.
     "You excite me, my lovely Kat, and the more excited you
get the more I feel it, love it, revel it in.  Move your hand
down there, yes, touch yourself, give yourself joy even as I
slick in and out of you.  Yes, move your ass around, feel the
energy rising in you.  Let me hear your excitement, moan, Kat,
moan.  Hum your joy.  Yes, yes.  You feel it rising coming closer,
closer.  Your hair is so lovely Kat, feel my fingers run through
it even as my other hand toys with your nipples again, pinching
them.  Yes, suck on my finger, your mouth is so sexy, so warm
and moist.  Your tongue so wonderful.  
     "You are so exciting Kat, so exciting.  You are close, I 
am moving faster now, helping you.  Finger yourself faster,
bring it on.  God, I don't know how long I can last, you excite
me so.  Yes, Kat, yes, now, NOW!"
     His words drove her into climax and she cried out as her
body shook from the waves of pleasure which filled her.  He 
never stopped pumping, but he was moving slowly now, his hands
gliding over her skin, bringing her down slowly, gently as his 
voice continued its soliloquy, filling her with a deep 
contentment.  She knew she was loved and gloried in it.
     Finally she opened her eyes to see his eyes open and
watching her.  She smiled a luxurious smile.  "Thank you, Fred.
That was wonderful.  Now hold me, please."  Fred moved up beside
her and she snuggled into him.  His breath in her hair was calming
and she drifted off to sleep.
     
     In the morning she awoke to find his arms still around her.
He hugged her gently and she turned onto her back to look at him.
     "How long have you been awake?" she asked.
     "Oh, about an hour.  It's almost time to get up."  He stroked
her face, thinking that she looked quite lovely in the morning.
Regretfully he pulled back and slipped out of the bed.  He pulled
the blankets up to cover her, bent down and kissed her lightly
on the lips.
     He was grateful for what she had done for him.  He would
be with Jennie again, he knew.  She would want him.  And it was
all due to this small woman before him.
     It was time to leave.  Something twisted in his stomach,
and he didn't know why.  It was hard to leave - it had been a nice
night, sleeping with a woman in his arms again.
     He picked up his clothes as she watched, saying nothing.
He reached the door and opened it.  Why were his hands trembling?
     "Fred?"
     He turned back.  "Yes, Kat."
     Her voice was soft, kind.  "If you ever decide that this 
isn't the place for you . . ."  She paused a moment, her eyes
serious.  "If there comes a time when you decide to leave, well,
Jennie has my address."

     The red Mercedes pulled away from the complex, from Hotsprings
Campsite, and from the six people who had gathered to see the
driver off.  The send-off had been curiously restrained, as if
each did not know how to act as the red haired woman said her 
good-byes.
     Each had received a hug and a kiss, and one of them a small
zip-loc bag containing something black.  He had quickly slipped
it inside his shirt.
     The dust cloud settled and then there was nothing left to
give evidence of the departure.  The six broke up and went their
various ways.
     The tall black haired man paused a moment, remembering her
words to him before he had closed her door to return to his room.
He thought about them again, then dismissed them.  He wouldn't
go to her, he thought.  He was happy here - with Jennie.  He 
chuckled - with 'Mistress Jennifer' he corrected himself.