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Master? Are we going home?” “No, we’ve still got all day to enjoy ourselves. But there’s more you can do at a beach than just swim. Do you girls want to build a sand castle?” “What’s a sand castle?” “It’s like when you shape clay into animals and people, but instead, you make buildings out of sand.” A lightbulb appeared above Sonja’s head as inspiration struck her. We moved back onto the beach and Sonja and I started digging into the damp earth. Our first idea was to build a copy of the mansion, first a rough draft about the size of one of the coolers. Then, we made our tiny cabin next to it, with a forest of indian twigs around it. Once we started working on Elise’s farm, the other girls had started to join in. Lorraine watched as we built a sandy city. “Mistress, would you like to do that too?” Peter asked. “Do it too? I want to put them to shame. Come sex on, we got work to do.” Our two groups dug and built opposing cities with Elise’s tail stretching from the camp as a divider. She was soaking in the sun from her towel, while beside her, Dr. Lawrence sat in his chair and read a book. Of course, people were still watching us, and I could see them starting to move in closer, with fear and confusion being replaced by curiosity. They were probably re-evaluating our pets, going back to thinking they were just people in costumes. After all, they all acted so normal. We stopped after a couple hours, having a full sandy city in front of us. I went over to see what Lorraine had made. It was a town like ours, but with some kind of Mt. Rushmore in the back and a wall around it. “What is that?” I asked. “It’s the Village Hidden in the Leaves, or in this case, the sand.” “I’m not even going to ask what that’s a reference to.” “Elise, judge our sandcastles! Whose is better?” Elise got up from her towel and slithered over, checking both our creations. “Meh, he wins. He sex took his hands and moved them Sam watched Brian disappear into the darkness of room 26, then checked the DRD in her hands. But seeing her so down just made me want to hug her. Brian wakes up the next morning and is surprised by the message he received after turning on his phone. “I indian think it will be kind of funny swimming tomorrow actually clothed.” I called Betty and she picked up the girls and took them to the changing room and we left the club. So when Barkley pulled his muzzle from her crotch, withdrawing his burrowing tongue from her slippery snatch, she cried out in protest. Slowly fucking my face. She pulled out a tight, black skirt. She was usually given little time to prepare, as the sex with both her siblings is only stolen moments. “Only for yours,” I mumble as I lick her dick clean. “Whatever you want, Miss Daisy.”