The trainers led him by his nose ring until he got to a large window. The resort was set back from a blindingly bright sandy beach. Palm trees swayed ...n the breeze. There were umbrellas and canvas cabanas on the beach, and a bar. It sure didn't look like Majorca."You may speak." Said Butthead."Where ... Where am I, sir?" This is the Bondage Resort called Legion, in Brunei." Where is Brunei, sir?" In Borneo. Your parents will never find you, slave. The sultan comes here often. We have an. We lived in a good suburb and my sister and I both went to private girl's schools. All my friends went to the same school so I guess I never really met anyone that wasn't well off.I was going to do my final year, next year, then it was on to University. I wanted to do Math's but dad wanted me to do Accounting or Law.Anyway, we were in the camp store one-day, buying some stuff for dinner, when this rumbling sound comes down the drive. I look out the door and I see this big motorcycle arrive. It. And I opened my eyes and I saw he was picking wood logs which were kept there.He laughed. And stood up and said, ” What you were thinking ?” and smirked at me. I said, “Nothing.” and blushed and tucked my wet hair behind my ear. He whispered in my ear in a seductive voice, “Okay then.”I understood his trick. But I can’t help I needed him so bad. After all, the rain-affected me soo bad. I pulled his collar and brought him close and I kissed him. His lips were so soft. Our tongues explored each. I estimated that would give me a solid hour of exercise, and would definitely work up a sweat. I felt a little self conscious about being so publicly exposed as a sissy, but I knew traffic would be light at five o'clock in the morning, and the only other people on the track would be serious joggers who wouldn't care about anything but their time.Finding two nearly-flat tires on my bike didn't exactly get me off to the best of starts, but the gas station was only a few blocks away, and only a.