.. is it really you?"She looked up in surprise, struggling to recognize me I suppose. When she did, it was with an exuberant yelp."Trevor! Oh, Trevor....It's you! My god, I never thought I'd see you again," she exclaimed, almost shouting."Yes ... it's me," I laughed. I loved the joy with which she greeted me. It made my heart race.She had immediately abandoned her friends and attacked me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me soundly. I held her to me, once again remembering the feel of her. .quite slave...you will only speak when I tell you to or when I ask you something...got it slave", she said."UHHH I thought we were......" before I could say another word she put a large ball gag in my mouth. Then she put a collar around my neck and locked it on with a small pad lock, "your ass belongs to me now, your my slave, mine" she whispered into my ear. I didn't know what to think, I mean I liked it, but I was getting scared. She left the room and backed her car to the door of the room.. They ran and hugged me and we cried together in a group hug. Al brought their gear in and had them go put it away in their rooms. Once again the officer’s wives club wives showed up with food stuff already prepared so my visitors and family could have food and refreshments. One older woman told me she was Jerri Stockman and I realized she was the Commanding General’s wife. She handed me a list of names, addresses and phone numbers and said they were the wives of the team that was with my. A European heatwave was raging, with temperatures climbing into the 30s and my wife Cynthia had taken our twelve-year-old twins off to Scotland to stay with their grandparents.On my first weekend alone, I got heavily into some gardening tasks, but decided to call it a day at around 2 o’clock. Stretching out on the sun lounger on the patio, I slid off my denim shorts and lay playing with myself through my cotton briefs. I had soon stroked myself into a nice ‘semi’ and was contemplating its.