For those who would like to imagine, I am writing this story in my closet. It is a small walk in closet with just enough room for me to sit on the fl...or with my knees pulled up. I am naked, with a piece of thin hemp rope slathered with Tiger Balm tied tightly around my crotch to maximize my discomfort. My master likes these situations. My laptop is on my knees and I am to sit in here until I have either finished writing or my master gets impatient and decides he wants to use me for. We need to meet with Mike to give us the stuff I had him steal for us. We’ll eat breakfast when we get back. This time Mike has us meet 7 km south of town overlooking the Peace River Valley. It is the perfect spot for dealings such as we are conducting. There are three road exits, and if things go wrong and the police block all three, you could flee on foot. There is no way somebody could follow you in a car, and there are so many places you could come out of the forest, it isn’t funny. To top. I didn’t know how I was ever going to able to tell you. I want a complete set of photographs with hard color copies and the digital images on a CD for an anniversary present for my husband. He doesn’t know. I want it to be a surprise. I would like for the photos to start very proper and gradually progress to .. to.. well, you know..”Bart smiled. “I know exactly what you have in mind. I suggest you leave everything in my hands. I know what you want. The dressing room is in the back. She still hadn't said a word to me; everything she had yelled and screamed had been about what she was feeling."I love you James, more than words can express. You haven't even fucked me yet and all ready I have cum harder and stronger than I ever have. I want you to stick that big piece of cock of yours up my cunt and I want you to fuck me so hard I'll be able to feel it in my throat."I chuckled a bit:"Patience, Candy, patience. We have all the time in the world. I am going to fuck you hard;.