Instead she sank deeper between the sheets while staring up at the ceiling. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And ho... the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.***A few days later, the Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a. I was indeed pleased.I guess I woke up early today, because I have to kneel and wait quite long until Mistress enters the dungeon. I don't mind, though. There's no hurry to go anywhere, not without Mistress, and I use the time and the silence to think about what has happened to me. I'm still trying to figure out why I submitted to her, why I willingly, no, eagerly even, do whatever she tells me to do. If anyone had told me two months ago that today I'd be kneeling naked, legs spread, pussy. Occasionally, a family with young children would show up and quietly freak when the first nude person would meander by. They would leave quickly. I was fairly straight laced the first time I was there, until I got my first taste of pot and got laid by a stranger I met at the spring. I started to go there every weekend, then finally quit my job and drove my beat up old truck up there to stay. I came to know two people that were living there and growing pot upstream. They clued me in on what. She seemed to be weighing her options. Cameron decided the best thing was to stay quiet, letting her decide.Finally she spoke.“It was rotten of you, both of you actually, not to tell me everything before I said yes.” She held up a hand so he couldn’t interrupt. “But I’ll still help, on one condition.”“What’s that?”“Show me.”Cameron’s mouth fell open. “Uh, show you what?”“Show me that the women enjoy it. You have to do it, right? So it’s sooner or later. And if they really have a good time, then.