"We've had a hell of a long day, and we've still got to get the motor home rigged for sleeping. There's a pillow with my name on it and I want to use ...t." Well, all right. We don't have to do it tonight. If you want, I can throw some breakfast together for you in the morning."Fortunately it didn't take long to get the motor home set up to go to bed, which was good since both of them were pretty close to beat. It still took a little while to wind down, but soon they were back in the familiar. All of a sudden, he saw her. At first, he just stared, then he said “Pardon me, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just driving along and saw the beach from the road above. So, I parked and decided to take a break. I will be moving along.”“No!” Patricia says a little louder than she meant. “Please, I don’t mind. We can share the cove. I see you have a book too.”“Oh yes, I was planning on a little reading in the good book while I enjoyed the world God has given us. Thank you for sharing.. As consciousness returned, feeling the cuffs and chains, moaning through my ring gag, I recalled being lost in a sea of cocks as I was used over an over again by unknown men, in the basement of this sex club. My owners made sure I didn't know where it was, and I cursed myself for being excited by that. The slave in the cell next to me looked on with curiosity and sympathy, she was dressed as a cheerleader and chained up like I was. I wondered if there were others, how many, and what I'd gotten. I offer to get some drinks and take the order to the bar. James says he will come to help. We get served and find a table near the back in a dark corner with a clear view of the dance floor. James and I chat about work, sport etc but all the time we are both watching the dance floor. Marcus and Jane are laughing and as soon as a suitable track is played Marcus spins Jane around so he is behind her grinding against her ass. At first Jane seems unsure what to do - she is searching the room for me.