I did have a motive other than work for this exchange. My fantasy for many years had been that my cuckolds me by openly taking a dominant lover to exc...usively satisfy her sexual needs. This may seem odd for a happily married man of 5 years but this was my kink. I had shared my fantasy with Sue and although it regularly featured in our love play we were both to timid to actually take it further. I guess we were both fairly submissive and unadventurous. It would take a third party to take us. Those that went south into Chile and Argentina, their life expectancy was actually shortened. If they were captured, they’d become slaves and be worked half to death, but they’d be fed and sheltered. Instead, they flocked to a landscape not meant to support such a high population density. Every resource was fought over until it was exhausted. There wasn’t enough food to go around, not enough clean water or medicine. Shantytowns were constructed in the jungles because every inch of sheltered. This week was my turn to work, Simon who lived on site in a large static caravan had gone out for the day. As I attended to my various duties I saw Mr. Watson several times around the place in the company of another man- a man I knew to be a Mr. Erskine, who I'd seen on a few occasions in the past but had never really had much to do with.They were standing talking in the main courtyard as I led one of the mares out to the paddock. I distinctly heard Mr. Watson say "beautiful arse on that". Mr.. . there's no nice way of saying this: Dee was a beautiful spoiled brat. An undesirable trait that she also got from her mother.Anyway, I was on my way to the bathroom when I started to feel lightheaded. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I just shook my head and kept on walking. The last thing I remember was the floor coming at me before I passed out.I cracked my eyes open; the objects in the room blurred before coming into focus. The space around me looked familiar. Once I saw clearly.