Cradled like this, I was indeed now helpless, as if I would want to stop his advances. My knees parted wider for him, as he lay his equipment atop my...belly, the thick, black shaft almost leering at me with its slit as my eyes were drawn to it. The feeling it on my skin, warm and pulsing, almost like an alien tentacle, was also something I relished. I had surrendered control, given everything to Ben, my passion, my lust, and soon to be, my body. My heart was hammering and my chest was. Ron and Cheryl were 30 points down which meant they absolutely had to go low or they had no chance of winning. If both partners went low, it pretty much insured that the other couple would be set.The game took a dramatic tone when Cheryl challenged Brooke with the ultimate bet. The losers had to be the slaves of the winners for the rest of our weekend."By slaves, what do you mean?" I inquired over my sip of Merlot."Just that. Anything goes," Cheryl shot back with a sparkle in her eye. "You win. Tonight. I promise.”Disappointed and frustrated, Ron looked around, noticing a possible solution to what he knew was their mutual problem. After all, he had known Rachel some seven years now and knew her voracious sexual appetite matched his and that she was just as wanting, just as needing as he was at this moment. In the corners of the plaza, he espied tall hedges, probably eight feet in height.“I’ve got an idea, Rachel. Just give a minute; I’ll be right back.”Ron quickly walked to the. Sharon and I had breakfast while Mikey and Janelle went out and hitched up a team to an old wagon. The girls had packed it with one of our large tents, some clothes for everyone in case it got cool and some food last night. We normally used it to haul hay around for livestock but it would be perfect for this trip.We said our few goodbyes and were out on the road just as it was getting light. The trip was smooth but slow. At our three to four miles an hour it was going to take us most of the day.