I simply loved it when she leaned over to chat to me or Friend Brenda and her husband Brian. I noticed Brian was enjoying the view Sarah was providing...despite Brenda dressed like Marie Antoinette with the type of ruffled dress that lifted her small yet well formed titties up till they threatened to pop out of the bodice any moment. Brenda had shown her fancy pantaloons that completed the outfit while Brian was dressed as a French courtier from the eighteenth century, the type that likely ended. When I heard her yelping in the main room on the first night, Hans informed me, “she’s being kept in her place.” I was further assured by him that; “women liked to be disciplined.” I thought I had arrived in hell.Thankfully, my first night went without incident and I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow. My first morning, however, was slightly traumatic when I was informed that due to water scarcity, all the men showered together in the ‘men’s’ bathroom that had a large shower.Each guy would. My God, just how far did my Nicolette go was my thoughts, was she fucked. The girls had a coffee, my anxiety was too great waiting for Lynda to leave before I could find out just what happened. Lynda eventually left, we saw her out and as we reentered the house Nicolette started to spill the beans. ‘God his cum was thick ‘ was the first words she said, ‘what’ I questions ‘did he use a condom’? ‘no we didn’t fuck, I didn’t let him’,. Crowd response! This was fucking fantastic.Psychlone didn't want to milk it too much. The crowd wanted more than slogans to sing along to. They wanted beats to dance to. There were other tunes on his laptop from the far distant twentieth century he could mix and match with more familiar tunes from the turn of the twenty-second century. "War. What is it good for?" "There's a Hard Rain a Gonna Fall." "Eve of Destruction." But Psychlone wasn't here to drop tunes from the long dead Age of Rock and.