The act of a female giving herself to a virile and better-endowed male. A biological, not emotional act. But watching them gazing into each other’s ...yes as they shared the closeness and the moment was something else. This was an emotional act, an emotional betrayal, which seemed many times more painful and significant.And as I listened in with strained hearing to their quiet and smiled conversation, I cried gently to myself, my erection now disappeared with the change in mood and act.Claire. “There’s more.”She disengaged herself from my arms, and began to strip off, When she was naked she turned slowly round showing me the marks of the riding crop. Ruth had been pretty free and indiscriminate with it.That was something else I had remembered about slaves; you do not allow anyone else to damage your property, it is under your protection. Not to mention the fact that over the last few hours the love that I had always had - but rather forgotten – for my wife had resurfaced and I was. Like we had never been wet before!! For meals, he had brought MREs (meals ready to eat). They weren’t exactly gourmet food, but would do in the field.We had debated which vehicle to take. I was in favor of taking my pickup, but Ed pointed out that it was both large and noisy. His pickup, while smaller and less noisy wasn’t quite large enough. We certainly didn’t want to rent a vehicle, as that would leave a paper trail to us, especially if there were any blood stains found in the vehicle.That. Two years ago, I had lost my job. Liz and Brooke came through for me, loaning me money to pay bills until I had found a new one in a town almost an hour’s drive up in the mountains. I was going to wait until my lease was up on my apartment to move, but found that I didn’t mind the commute that much, and the mountain real estate market was ridiculously expensive. I had started passing the time by checking out Pimsleur language lessons from my local library, and learning languages during the two.