"So you would like to trek the Kimberley?" This smiling, tall, weather-beaten man in a battered wide-brimmed hat asked me."I've just trekked across fr...m Sydney and I would like to see more of this vast country sir." God we don't call people sir here, I'm Bill and this is Gran, everyone calls her Gran. Now let's get you seated, sorry you will have to sit at the back with Gran. We have all the other seats out to get the things we bought stowed. Anyway Gran always sits at the back; she says she. I did realize that shouldn’t be doing this with my little brother’s wife, but if I didn’t take care of her what would she do? Would she go out and find some other man to fuck her? I wasn’t sure.I guess I was just an old softy, because I didn’t push her away. I let her hold my hand on her bare breast, her nipple so stiff. Without even thinking I began squeezing it and playing with her nipple. She sat on the lawn chair next to me with her eyes closed as I fondled her breasts.Before long she. I answered yes.Then the Latin guy stood up and undone his belt, as the black guy locked the door. Then he moved over to me and put his hand under my chin making me stand. They both walked over and circled me. At the same time one grabbed my tits and the other my ass cheeks. The black guy said they could definitely come to an agreement with me…He undid my blouse as his friend unzipped my skirt. I stood there in just my panties, waiting for them to continue. The black man pressed up again my. Tell me, do you know much about Mistress/slave relationships?"I nodded. "A little, Miss Hanson. Just what I've read online, though." Good. And you like what you've heard, right?" Again, she didn't need to ask, but she waited for my response. "Yes, Miss Hanson" I muttered. She smiled at me again, reaching out and lightly brushing my cheek with her hand. "I'm so happy to hear that."? She paused,?and began circling me as I sat.?"My husband is submissive to me, you know. For as long as I can.