Thank God."My mouth went suddenly dry, icy fingers inched up my spine."Why...why did you call me, John," I whispered."Because that is who you are," sa...d the thing.Suddenly, I couldn't breath. It was as if the room had contracted,forcing out all the air. My knees began to buckle, I thought I mightcollapse. There was only one person who still called me John."Uncle Walter?" I ventured in a low voice. My hands felt sweaty. I wipedthem on my jeans."Swanson did this," said the thing."Why?" I. Delicious!Jan, by now recognised as the full-time Master of Ceremonies, said, “Come on Mike, we don’t want Sven subsiding.”I managed to keep a straight face, just. With Pat’s dangly ‘cantaloupes’ now trying to slide either side of my neck and the sight of Jan’s beautiful rack right next to me, there was little chance of that.Mike disappeared behind Pat’s back as I noticed he had a bottle of lubricant and a condom in hand. A few seconds later Pat’s eyes first widened and then narrowed as I felt. There were two people fucking each other on the screen in front of us, but Master was excited for a different reason. The way these men looked at His slave in her black stiletto heels and short black cotton dress with her long red hair flowing wildly down her back aroused Him intensely. I assumed not many females frequented this place. Once we took our seats, Master grabbed the back of my hair and kissed me passionately and deeply, sticking his tongue all the way down my throat. His tongue felt. !” So I stripped down to my boxers with my cock head playing hide and seek with the opening. As things would go Angel caught three more to my one which meant her eight a day bag limit was reached while I still needed two. Being a game warden,s daughter meant she was officially supposed to stop, but of course she caught one more and with me happy to get the last one the biggest of the day at just over six pounds that was the end of our fishing. “All this has left me hot and sweaty so I better.