I go join the other guys outside. We all walk down and get some beer and cigars. My feet are getting kind of sweaty. When I get back I'll go inside to...the hallway to change my loafers. When I got back, I noticed my loafers are back. Hmmm. Interesting.I went back out and talked to some of the other guys. One of them mentioned their shoes had been disappearing and reappearing. So we decided we gang up on whoever it was. We would set a trap.That evening I went and took my loafers off and put them. " Actually, I couldn't see much at all, but no sense in scaring us both with that little detail. "Probably just a concussion, and when the swelling goes down it'll clear up okay." Oh God, I hope so," she sobbed."Señ,,, er,, Rob?" Yes, Hector?" I will stow the sail for you, and make sure everything is secured on the boat before I leave it." Again, my friend, thank you for your help! Estoy en su deuda, mi amigo." *"De nada, Rob, de nada. ****We all need to help one another, no?" Yes, amigo, we. For continuous 3 days I was starved as a punishment by the Mistress- The reason was that some minor spots were left on Master's boots by me while giving them a tongue shine.The moment I heard this I hurried with washing my Mistress lingerie's and stockings and Masters socks and undergarments. I dried myself, wore my dog collar and get myself nude at the door waiting for Mistress and Master on my fours. After nearly a hour I heard Master's SUV brakes. I shivered and lowered my head touching the. And there is always someone else there, just watching me, saying nothing, doing nothing, someone that I sense is a young man, powerful, in control, but faceless, no identity that I can grasp. The feeling excites me, and I try subconsciously to make the dream move on a stage but I always wake up before anything else happens, my skin flushed, my nipples tingling and needing me to caress them, dampness between my thighs and the overpowering urge to rub myself there too, to assuage the effects of.