Being Monday, it was payday and our day to meet with the saloon staff. Business had been good. Pen said it was the best week the saloon had ever had. ...ecause of that, everyone, including me, received a sweeter paycheck. I was right happy with my seventy-five dollars. I was going to miss those fat paydays when I started at the new club. My deal for running the new place was that I’d draw twenty-five dollars a week with a room and meals. On the other hand, I was in line for one-sixth of the. She went straight to a treadmill. In her tight yoga shorts and sports tank, she looked the part of someone who took care of her body. Hair back in a ponytail, she mounted the equipment and began a slow walk to warm up.He took an elliptical in the row of machines directly behind her. He was wearing some sport shorts and a workout t-shirt with a sport team logo on the chest. He jumped on the machine and started warming up as well.Looking over the edge of the workout progress display on his. I quake under its power, its release freeing me. I am outside myself and I am deep within, shuddering in my climax.Then, all touch is gone. Has my Master left me to crumple back against this mighty oak, shaking and shivering as I come down from the bliss that he has granted me? Am I alone again?I am not. My Master's strong hands grasp the underside of my knees, lifting me. My body is pulled away from the tree, tightening the ropes securing my wrists behind it. He upends me, my legs bouncing. All of a sudden they weren't so modest anymore, wandering around the house naked. I caught dad feeling up mum every now and then. Once, I heard noises from their room, and I sneaked up and peeked around the corner. Mum was sittinng on the floor, sucking on Dad's cock, slowly stroking it. Dad was moaning, and it was obvious that he was about to come. I ducked out of sight, before they could see me."Some time after that I was over at Steve's place (Steve is our neighbour), and I was telling him.