His name is Greg, and..." Greg what?" She interrupted.After several strides in silence, Kelly said, "Sheila — his name... age, size, you know, the g...od stuff." My God, I don't know." Sheila, Jesus! You spent three days with him and don't know his name?" He is tall, nice looking, athletic, has gray hair, and he smells good," she replied.."What cologne does he wear? What color are his eyes?" She pressed."No perfume. None. Smells male. Green. Maybe he's 55," Sheila replied.Classic Kelly came on. Now!” Patting the bed beside him I scurried out of my corner to where he indicated I was to be. Feeling very uncomfortable I sat as far away as I could without seeming to offend him. Pulling me closer to himself his hands started to make themselves very familiar with my body, setting off negative alarms in my brain. ‘Oh hell no! I know he’s not going to try me like that! Pig!’ I know he is my Master but his actions were off limits in my book. “Master, please don’t…” Why did I say that? . She has sucked my dick andwatched me masturbate and showed me how women do itusing sex toys.On one corner of our fields was a makeshift bathroom.The bathroom was just a shack that was placed over ahole dug for the season’s waste. I saw the log walls ofthe shack as I walked in. There I saw the hole and thenI saw Aunt Karen squatting over it. She smiled and astring of urine poured from her bottom into the hole. “I’m sorry…” I said and tried to turn around.“No. “You think so huh? I don’t really pay attention unless it’s my favorite team from FL playing.” I said back to her. “Go for it. I don’t think the others have a chance in hell of winning.” She said back to me. “Alright. I’ll trust you.” I said to her as I looked back over my shoulder. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” Dan said. “You are so going to lose this bet.” “But, just to make things clear,” Jennifer said, “the loser or losers have to do what us girls say. So, you guys are just making.