Master I would do my best to please you and receive your loving pleasure if I were on my death bed. He headed for the locked door without saying anyth...ng.They hurried to follow him like two kids entering a toy store. He led them to the center of the room where two snap hooks hung from the ceiling on a hoist.They noticed he had been busy getting things ready for them since the roller table had various items used for restraint, pain and pleasure. He smiled when they both trembled and moaned at. Just after I started back, I saw a wagon bogged down in the marshy ground close to the river. It had sunk until the bottom of the wagon was on the ground. I pulled up and went over to it. I was sinking in even just walking on the ground, but I did make it to the wagon.It looked like someone had tried to get some stuff out, but it was still loaded to the gills. There were barrels of flour, corn meal, sugar, and molasses. There were also some tools and even an anvil.The wagon was never gonna come. “Maybe it’s all for the best,” she thought to herself.She was pretty sure that she would squeeze herself out of the trouble in which she found herself. After all, she hadn’t engaged in prostitution, or tried to or even considered it. But the accusation—phony though it was—served to place her much closer to the reality of an even lower class of people than she ever wanted to be a part.“Who would pay for it when I’ve given it out for free so many times?”A tear did run down her cheek and,. Oh well she wouldn’t notice my attire, the focus was on her and the truly awesome spread I had in front of me.My hands were full with the tray, so I didn’t do the polite bedroom door knock. I just pushed her door open.Oh My GOD, nothing prepares a young man to see a mature woman on her bed, facing away, her head in her plush pillows, her bum cheeks pointing to heaven, her brunette trimmed slit stuffed with a whirling pink vibrator, reverberating at what I took to be maximum speed and her.