It's like I had been given the best of luck. We made plans to meet tomorrow at 3. I was so excited. It was to say the least, THe best conversation of ...y life. I relaxed for the rest of the night excited for the best day of my life.-The next day at 3-I ran all the way to the park. I was so excited. I wore skinny jeans and a tight shirt to show off my for. I was to meet him at parking lot by the lakeside.The lake was like a swamp, and barley anyone ever parked over there. I made it there withing. When my blindfold was removed I saw we were halted by the two tall palm trees with the windlasses at their feet.My neighbour was the same fellow as the day before, and after thanking him for the vittles’ I asked his name.“I am Rangesh Gupta Chowdraty, Merchant and Trader, sahib.”“How does a merchant and trader become a prisoner of Eloise de La Zouche?” I saw the name meant nothing to him. “You probably know her as the Baroness de Ath.”He clapped his hand over my mouth.“Hush sahib! The woman is. I needed somehow to get involved in boi-boi situations. For that my Gabby had an idea. They, Gabby and Nancy, had already started to sell me out and I became a whore. Gabby said, why don’t we rent you out to couples, husband and wife that would like to have a third partner in their love making. Gabby said that she had had couples asking her if they could use me for those purposes. Gabby had kind of fall back on that one until I could be brought to the conversation. My boi-boi activities. She felt if he continued to flog her she would orgasm from the pain. Was he turning her into a pain slut, she thought. He stopped flogging her when he noticed she was starting to enjoy the pain. He ask what he was going to do to punish her if she enjoyed the pain so much. Traci heard him walk away to the table. She could tell he dropped the flogger on the table and pick something else up. She tremble with fear and anticipation as she heard him walking to her again. Her back, ass and legs.