Giant trees dancing in the night Swaying and bowing to the blowing wind Ocean waves crashing the shore is What my mind hearsThat sounds reminds me of...you Laying alone in our bed whileI’m alone in this flimsy shelter Nine hours away but under the same moonSmile my lady, for your man Thinks of you in the dark The words came with ease as I write them and I sigh with content, looking down at them on the page. It is not often that my words come so easily, but being out here, alone, with just my. There was always a party Friday and Saturday nights, usually in some poor unknowing farmers' field with an open gate. Everyone that had access to cars drove to the fields and somehow, teenagers are always able to get beer. I was no different, I had a built in cooler behind the passenger seat, filled with ice and beer to the brim, compliments of my dad having a refrigerator full of been in the garage all the time.One such weekend, just after dark, I rolled up to the chosen field, pulled in and. “She’s your slave?”“She’s my sex slave. I own her, outright!” Frank informed the men.He and Tanya had talked about sexual enslavement for brief periods of time, but when Alicia was born, their sex lives were put on hold for awhile and, except for brief periods when she was bound to their bed, nothing along those lines had happened.Now, Tanya was playing his sex slave, hoping Frank would catch on, and would continue until she found an opportunity to disarm that nasty little man with the big gun.. 6 hours later and it was all over. They guys dressed and left, leaving me an 7 trussed up, messy, spent sluts. I plugged up each of them with a fat plug, so they would stay full. After I was done, I walked to the exit door and turned out the lights."Hey! Aren't you going to untie us?" One of the women to the left of my wife said."Not tonight. You girls get to stay put tonight." What about my husband?" another asked."They're all in on it" I replied. With that I locked the door and left.I.