It was another nightmare she would have to endure, all to return to the filth of the farm.Cindi had noticed Merilyn being walked out of the room and h...r mind went back to the encounter with her cunt in the middle of the pool. It had been her first experience with another women and she was hoping not her last. As she was thinking this the master sitting where she had fell told her to go over to each of the hung slaves and make love to them. He wanted to see tongue kissing, licking, fondling,. It wasn’t the first time she had lain in his bed, fully clothed, in a fetal position and he would hold her until the trembling stopped. She would then fall into a fitful sleep mumbling and crying softly into the pillow. This was one of those nights so he thought when the doorbell rang past midnight and she fell into his arms once again. He then led her to his bed just to hold her. He drew Emily into him spooning her in a perfect fit against his firm lean body. He draped his arm around her waist. Deep inside? That my wife was now a certified whore? One hundred percent by her own choice? Yes, that turned me on big time. It was a logical extension of all her freedoms - and on this topic, it was her personal freedom to continue to have sex when and where she wanted. Being paid for it was just the proverbial icing on the proverbial cake. Even enough of the normal sized guys could do this.During one of the regular work nights, she called to tell me that she would not be coming home after. He watched as Lindsay ran the tip of her finger down the length of the shaft and over his testicles as if making a point to him. Les looked away as she spoke, “Can you bring me our handcuffs please?” He looked at her for a moment. Sometimes she liked him to handcuff her hands to the rails of the headboard and then fuck her. She liked the feeling of being restrained while being fucked. Les enjoyed doing it to her as well but she could trust him. Could she trust Clive? Not only would she be.