On Monday, back at work, I recieved a text on my phone. I opened it to find my wife flashing her DD breasts. I was beyond turned on, almost breaking a...sweat. I in turn returned the favor, by sending one of my semi flaccid cock..This activity went on for several weeks, resulting in what was a great kick start to intense sex we once had. Our late night conversations turned from work to fantasies, with me once again, begging to see her with another man (I swear I was a cuckold in my past. Instead I took the time I had to myself and explored the place. It was spacious, yet filled with interesting things. There pictures of the mistress with some very famous people, and pictures I assumed were of her family. On one wall there were collars, just like my own, all with different name tags on them. A quick count told me there had been at least twelve girls in my position. I couldn’t help but ponder what happened to them. Were they dead, did the mistress sell them to some one else.. Two of the four sailors jumped overboard to hand the coolers up on board."Chief," Lenore whispered. "You check out the filters and drains?" She'd started the boat's diesels, and was listening to the idle. Some sort of fiberglass-hulled boat, it had aluminum on the gunwales and decking, with no-skid tape everywhere, though some was peeling. The engine bay was under a small square area of raised deck, and the pilothouse was up front, sort of like a ship's boat or a whaler design, she thought.. Up ahead, a glimpse of brown and white moves through the brush. I stop and kneel.A deer raises his head, somehow sensing danger despite having the breeze in my face. I raise the bow. Muscles contract against the heavy draw weight, almost too much for my young arms to manage. The snap and twang of the drawstring is sharp off my fingertips... Logan blinked the memory away. He breathed against an unidentified ache in his chest and re-focused on the current, desperate need to eat. Ever-so-slowly,.