As I got dressed for work I wondered if I would hear from Brent later or if this was going to just be a one time thing. My day was pretty uneventful ...ince Brent slept all day due to working over nights but I kept thinking about the night before. Every time I thought about that dildo being in me for 10 hours my cunt would start to get a little wet. When I thought about being choked and slammed against the truck I got even wetter. The thought of the risk I took, the possibility of being caught. It had slipped my mind as a lot of things did recently.I knew that I had taken care of presents for Thia, Jon, Mica, and her kid via Amazon, which might lessened the significance of any given date. I had asked them all what they would like, then ordered it when I was last home. At least I had been smart enough to recognize that I might easily forget something. I hadn’t expected it to be as large a thing as Christmas. I couldn’t even call to wish them a Merry Christmas, because I was afraid of. We kissed, as lovers. After several minutes John sat up and passed me my wine. “How did you manage to film that? There aren’t any cameras.” “There are cameras all around, discretely hidden of course. You can help me edit some of the footage if you like.” Editing footage of myself fucking and being fucked. Now that’s what I call different. “Let’s go for it.” We walked across to a large desk with a dozen small screens behind it. As John set the system going each screen filled with images of. Someone had ordered drinks. I was given, not asked, not offered, but given. I sipped and it was straight up bourbon which I like and everyone knows. In most activities I drink wine to allow it to sneak up on me. Bourbon I like for the immediate effect and the taste, it sets the mood for more graphic, intense play. Both the taste and effect it has. I sipped several times before putting the glass on the table. A woman came out and walked around the stage to blasting music. Although dressed it was.