You can go home if you swim sixty miles.”I gestured, ‘Where’s THIS?”The tattooed guy said, sounding a little less amused, “You’re on a tra...p.”I sat up. But I was in a bunk. I cracked my head on the frame and flopped back to more loud guffaws.I was still groggy. However, I was becoming more alert. I rolled out of the bunk and put my feet on the metal floor. I said cautiously, “What’s a tramp?” The room spun. I felt sick to my stomach.That brought on more hilarity. Apparently, I was a very funny. A door opened and in walked a vision of female beauty, dressed in acorset, stockings and heels with long blonde hair. She told me her namewas Mistress Sandra and was to obey her totally. She took me to thebathroom to shower, unlocked the butt plug harness and cock cage, my assfelt so empty and my cock went hard. She explained that I was allowed tokeep my balls until such time as I decided I didnt want them anymore ormy Masters decided to take them, either way it didnt matter because Iwould. I took off my pyjama bottoms but fell backwards with my arms and legs everywhere and I saw Emma looking at my pussy, which must have looked a bit gooey. I get very wet very quickly when I get turned on. “You naughty girl! Look at her,” said Laura. “Yeah ha ha! You thinking about the pizza boy?” Said Emma. “No, I’m thinking about you Emma.” “Eh?” “Emma…we’ve been friends for how long, three years?” “Yeah why?” She said. “In all that time, you’ve never kissed me…down there.” “I know, well I don’t. My phone rang, and I reached over to get it, while still deep inside my lady.“Hello, this is Michael.”“Hey ... this is Jennifer Stapleton. I wondered if you wanted to talk about what was planned after the first of the year?”“Hey, Jen. That sounds like a good idea. Do you work tonight?”“No, I don’t. I have got it covered to get the weekend off. When would be good for you for me to come over so we could talk about this?”“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight and afterward we can sit back and.