The house itself was two stories with four bedrooms and five bathrooms; it also included a den, living room, workshop, a large office, and a small sta...ium style media room. Then of course there was the observation post that was down in the basement a few hundred feet under the house. Most of the work could be done from the house, but all of the advanced stuff was down there to keep it safe and from prying eyes. The kitchen had been stocked with food from my trailer, it also had the food. When she plucked up the courage to open it she squealed with excitement as she said, “Go naked in front of several fully clothed men, and accept all the consequences.” The silly game was tempting my wife to do all those things I had only dreamt of. We screwed ourselves ragged that night and tried to decide if she was brave enough to carry out the dare. We thought about going to a nudist beach, but the men there would also be naked, and the dare had made it perfectly clear they should be fully. ..” I apologized.“No ... I can’t ... something’s come up ... Yeah ... All right, I’ll talk to you on Monday ... All right ... You too ... Hey, Bob, you’ve been to that Italian place downtown ... Yeah, Giovanni’s ... real nice, huh? ... jacket and tie? ... All right, thanks ... Yeah ... See ya Monday...”I felt a relief in having asked, imagining the embarrassment of showing up at the restaurant under dressed. Being able to dress casually to the office had both its advantages and disadvantages,. I had never felt anything like it. Pussy and I became fast friends.Things were going well until Master threw me a curveball. I told you before he struggles with his aim sometimes. That is what I thought was happening. My one eye spied pussy, and I prepared myself for her delights, but Master steered me lower. He smothered me in a liquid that blinded me. No, Master. No. I had a very bad feeling about this. He pushed me against the tightest hole I had ever felt. It didn't look like pussy. It was.