Indeed the six o’clock Toni had suggested for dinner arrived on the fly – evidence of how much fun they were having. Before the sun began setting over the lake, the smells of canned gumbo simmering (and fresh fish frying) called them back into the cottage.
No one complained about the gumbo over rice, though all envied Erica her catch. Afterwards they pulled on their leathers to varying degrees, before heading back out to watch the sun decline and build a fire in the circle of cinderblocks provided. Once this was going and the bottle making the rounds again, Toni moved to her side.
She’d shed the sheer wet t-shirt for her colors, and merely pulled chaps on over her bare legs and panties. Once again she looked incredibly sexy, no doubt especially to their slave. That’s what she wanted to
