First I was shocked and angry but then I realized that no one knows us in Maldives and so, why not give it a try?Then I asked my wife whether she was ...eally ready for the BBC (big black cock)? She touched my dick which already had a boner and said, “Yes, if you would watch me”. God, I had a blast in my pants.I said, “Okay. But only if you listen to me on the first night in Maldives. Then you can do anything for the next two nights. She agreed. I pinched her boobs and we slept.Then we reached. I knew it was wrong but I was fascinated at how the pain had turned to pleasure and was beginning to understand what motivated the people in the magazines. Maybe I’ll just indulge once more then stop, I reasoned with myself. I still couldn’t believe I had allowed a old man in his 60s to squeeze my tits and lift my skirt to reveal my knickers; and how he had squeezed and smacked my bum.When the day came for the garden to be done. I was nervous and a bit jittery. I found myself dressing a little. It was humiliating and dirty but she craved it and found it hard waiting for the evening to come. Maybe this time the Master will let her or someone finish the job. It was only after a couple of months of being trained, and tested did the stranger offer her a contract. He knew she was now hooked and couldn’t do without, so it was time to act. She was told that he was sending her to the Body Corporate for one year, for which she would be well paid, if she agreed. She was to be a personal slave. ’, her eyes would come up and she would smile, inviting. They would talk, he would let her speak, discover her. The evening would progress, they could find something in each other. She would open up to him like a sweet dew covered Rose in fresh morning light. Hand in hand, they would walk to his sparse hotel room. His mind shifted to his ex-wife. Partly his fault, he knew. Days on end, he was always gone, the life of an area representative for a large company. The money was good, but the home.