"Dewey asked, "Is it still just "Boat" or did Chuck name it?"I told Dewey, "It's appropriately named, "Lucky Lady."Dewey just nodded, "That's appropri...te. The man is lucky, but lady as in singular, doesn't work out."I told him, "Chuck thinks of the boat as an elegant lady and says it has been a lucky happening every day since."Dewey said, "Sure, I can see that. It's Chuck's Lucky Lady. A good name."We went to the house first, where all of the women were fawning over each other. Dewey's kids. Come in my mouth.” I relaxed then and let her drive. It wasn’t long before she got her wish.“Coffee?” Wendy asked as she came into the room. Kate had moved around so we were both leaning against the headboard kissing each other and lazily petting. I looked up at Wendy.“Do you have a video camera installed so you know when to come with coffee?” I asked.“No. I just know.” Wendy kissed me softly and licked my lips. “Yum. Kate,” she said. She kissed me deeply and gave me my coffee. Wendy ran around. Since becoming so submissive to her Master she often thought about another woman forcing her to have sex. Today she was fantasizing about the two women in the photo. She started to imagine herself as slavesuzi. Brenda could almost feel the Domme gripping her hips and fucking her. Brenda realized her hand was between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently. Brenda picked up her smart phone and sent a text. "Master, may I please masturbate today?" She continued looking at the photo, not sure. I had no idea if I could even physically manage some of the positions she’d had sex in, but I was more than willing to give it a go, as long as I didn’t give myself a hernia or slip a disc. I wasn’t sure that I could go as far on the mistreating her as some of her partners had gone; although I had to assume it was mostly acting and that no lasting damage or pain were inflicted, some of it was a little far down the BDSM route for my comfort zone. I was also assuming that the real nasty stuff had.