<br/>The stroking of her goatee was welcomed and Mark gave an approving smile a moment before relaxing under her attention. He enjoyed his beard and glad she did too.<br/><br/>Her master chuckled softly. The intrusion had annoyed him but it had been a minor offense. A mischievous thought entered his mind. Perhaps he would punish her for that... Later, he told himself. Now was a bonding moment.<br/><br/>That moment lasted for quite awhile as they lay there soaking in the sun, the sounds, and the smells wafting through the fresh air. It was peaceful and mostly quiet, accented with the occasional bird chirp or song.<br/><br/>Finally the moment came. The reason Mark had brought Amber out here. He pulled his arm out from under her and rolled her onto her stomach, not gently, instead semi-rough. He gathered her hands and from within a pocket, withdrew a short length of cloth. He had placed it there in case he had an opportunity such as this. Binding her hands behind her back, Mark then took her neck into his hand and pulled her up, enough that her breasts barely touched the grass – arching her back.<br/><br/>His free hand cupped her moist vagina and holding there, cruelly teasing his new sex toy. His penis stiffened rock hard so fast he couldn't stifle a groan. Leaning in he softly, teasingly, licked the tip of her ear as a finger began to trace her slit. It expertly lined her. It knew exactly what it was doing.<br/><br/>Cruelly he teased her for what seemed like minutes, wanting to illicit some sexual frustration from her; giving her a taste of what it would be like. As cruel as she thought this might be, she had no clue what was in store for her. A staple of bdsm was sexual frustration.