Not the run of the mill kind, but specialized ones from Japan mostly, featuring extreme stuff like spanking and needle piercings, or even getting piss...d on as well as the usual infliction of pain to the nipples and labia.”“And how has she responded?” Paul asked. Callie whispered her response in his ear. “We’re not sure. Her body seems to respond favorably to what we’ve done so far, but...”“You have no idea, do you?”“No, we don’t, and we don’t want to over step ourselves.”“So I’m here to take. "Do you understand the term 'cooking pot'?" Yes." Do you understand the concept 'boiling water'?" he asked next."Yes." came the immediate response."Can you accept new definitions?" Gordon asked."Yes." the voice answered. "Prepared to receive new definition."Gordon began describing the process of boiling rice, giving the ages old formula of 2 cups of water for every cup of rice and a container capable of holding twice as much water as the total amount of rice and water. It was one of the few. Could not help feel a little of accomplishment at seeing the tents rise in those complete strangers.Movement to my left caught my attention, it was a couple over at the other resort, and even though they were quite a distance away…there was no question as to what they were doing. His back was slightly turned towards me but I could see her, and one copious tit bouncing unencumbered to each thrust he made into her.My audience was distracted…do not know what made me think they were “my” audience. Before I went to work my wife told me that she was going to go out with her friend to go to a few bars and then come home a little later in the night. I leave for work knowing my wife going out, and once she drinks she just can't stop till she is black out drunk,and I was stuck at work so I was somewhat jealous. I heard off and on from he'd throughout the night and I could tell that she was quite drunk. Then at three in the morning her friend calls and said they made it home and my wife was.