Off to the left off on the corner there is a small personal bathroom that is meant just for us. Once you come in you are not to ever walk out ever. On...y authorized personal is allowed in. On the top of the wall facing me dead center is a 350-degree camera that watches me everything I do every moment I do. Its always watching and recording. That’s Ms. Janice or Ms. J for short. Ms. J is the Executive Manager/Property Manager of the entire resort. She is the BIC that’s Bitch in Charge. Everyone. I have to spend my first few nights in my shipping container." She smiled at him.He frowned. "Why?" I don't know really, something to do with maintaining my body." She seemed to consider a moment. "I think that my need to be in my crate will go down over time."She brightened. "Besides Stan, I'd never be able to live with myself, and I really do mean that, if I was in your bed and you were on a couch. I'd feel ashamed, humiliated, and upset." She paused again, as if taking inventory. "Yes,. I have seen this in the book. Of course she had no idea what I was about to do to her. I reached over her head and pulled the KJ and put a lot on my dick, which by the way is a strapping 7” long by 2” thick dick. I told her to relax and breath slow. When she exhaled I shoved my dick into her butthole. Man she started to try to break free but I had her locked in that position. I kept bounding her in and out until she finally started to get off, she never said a word, she just moaned. I must have. “Plooka, huh? And just whose ass are you thinking about plooking?” she asked. “Not mine!” Terry said quickly. “Gee,” George said, “I’ve never had a French maid before.” Isolde thought she heard a little edge creeping in beneath their thinly veiled banter, and cut it off, saying, “Stop it, you two, or I’m going to feel left out.” “Your left one IS out,” George said, and lightly brushed the side of his wine glass across her nipple. Isolde gave a little gasp as her nipple hardened under the cold.