I happened just over a year ago on the tail end of a business trip to Amsterdam. I had a couple of free days at the end of my trip to enjoy and explor... the city. So naturally, I decided to check out the night life and that meant a visit to the Red Light District.I spent a lot of time just walking around and taking in the sights and sounds of the area. There were so many people walking around and it was alive with all their energy. I walked around through many of the side streets, and as I. Ron had built the fire up a little. When Bill finished he rolled off, we pulled the sleeping bags over us and just drifted off to sleep. It took me a while. I remember just laying there on my belly, my gaping rectum leaking a little cum and just glowing in the feelings after sex…in my messy sleeping bag.Sometime, long before dawn, I woke up when Ron untangled himself to put more wood on the fire; that was good because I REALLY had to pee! Once back in the sleeping bag we got in the spoon. I asked her if Tracy if she could tell me what happened. She said that she was at home and she was just about to take a shower when someone broke down the front door. She didn't scream she just ran she couldn't get to the phone it was in the living room. He heard her and came running . he saw her running in the woods naked and he took off after her. She ran though trees and bushes trying to get away.Tracy fell over a log and he caught her. he already had his dick out ready for action. he was. I needed a job and a place to live. Sheneeded an obedient housekeeper. I guess it made perfect sense...But I had little knowledge of what was in store. Mistress Jen had ahidden agenda. She wanted to mold me into total submission?becomingcompletely reliant to her for everything. This was her way of makingthis a permanent living arrangement. Jen always had the upper hand whenwe had been married. Looking back, she wore the pants in ourrelationship. As you will see?that is definitely still.