She sat to my right. Mistress C wasat the far end.It was coming back to me now. We were having a light hearted dinner, talkof memories, and of my cont...nuing ability to Escape long termenslavement. Thinking back I could feel the somewhat evil grin thatresonated from the new Lady, Mistress Ki, and how is seemed to bemirrored by each of the Ladies each time they made eye contact. That iswhere my memory stopped. There was Nothing else. Dinner, wine, questionsand now I was waking up here.That. Her tanned skin made the white bikini stand out and the thin material outlined her nipples and pussy nicely. Heather has a great body; after the kids, she treated herself to a “Mommy Makeover” at the plastic surgeon. She had 34DD breasts, a flat stomach and a great butt. I thought she was beautiful before - her brown eyes and captivating smile were what attracted me initially - but results do not lie.We set up at the pool. Heather arranged lounge chairs to find the perfect angle in the sun. The. On top of all that, Ed Samuals had operated a sawmill, among his many other jobs. We were anxious to get the mills unpacked and set up.Sawmills and planing mills were inclined to be very noisy, so we decided to set up the system at the site of the first stockade enclosure that Angie, Jean, and I built when we first landed here. Three of the walls were still up, and it would only take a few days to complete the structure after we had moved in the two mills. We would have to increase the size of. Then assuming all would work as planned they would be out of our lives for good. That was the part that convinced us to bait these bastards into biting down hard on the hook the Island Police Force set in front of them.The cops tested their audio link. They could hear us when we talked softly. Cell phones are really good for that. The cops heard them enter. We thanked the jocks for coming over and offered to share some ice cream. They started to pull my clothes off. “Wait”, I said, “I don’t.