I ralked casually with the others, and was grateful they were a group of normal people with a kinky side. My Master smiled at me as he placed my pink ...ollar and wrist restraints on me.. I still had my jeanshorts and campshirt on. We ate, then my Master brought me into the clubhouse. One of the submissives made beautiful leather floggers, and my Master was going to buy one for me. We looked at the wide assortment of leathers, colors, lenthgs and thicknesses. Another couple joined us. She was. A little nervous I went to the last door and stepped in the room. Putting a dollar in the slot a video started. I couldn't believe I was watching a guy getting his dick sucked. After a couple minutes the video stopped. My heart pounding, I put another dollar in. After a minute, the door opened. I was so scared I didn't know what to do. The man stood there for a minute, then said, can I come in. Still in shock I said OK. He sat beside me and said you really should lock the door. He slid a few. In one effortless swoop, I engulfed his length deep in my mouth up to the base of my throat.I was quite elated at the effortless ease with which I was negotiating the two meat poles. If Vineeta were to watch me now, she couldn’t have believed her eyes. I had transformed into such a slut. Sonali –Slut, Slut – Sonali, wow, great alliteration.As I pulled in my cheeks, Joy groaned in extreme pleasure. “Oh, your inner cheeks are caressing my cock in an exquisite manner.” This encouraged me to start. It was just as well because they ran into some jayhawkers who had crossed the Kansas-Missouri border to cause some trouble with "slavers."The jayhawkers simply wanted to cause trouble for Southern sympathizers in Missouri, and anybody who they found along the river was a slaver by definition. This was a rather large bunch of troublemakers, there were 19 in all. They caught sight of the women in the wagon and there was no holding them after that. Maria, who was driving, as usual, caught sight of.