The 'winning' teams still under their master's whip were trotted back to the chalets to prepare for to-morrow's ordeal. When you are a slave it does n...t always pay to be a winner. The second heat was not due to start for another half-hour so the Master alternately walked and trotted us around the estate to keep us warm without tiring us. We were deep in the country far from prying eyes. The house was legally registered to an anonymous Swiss corporation but I suspected that one of the masters. .." Suddenly I found that I lost the ability to form a coherent sentence.Fiona laughed softly. She leaned towards me and put her hand on my shoulder. "You don't need to be nervous. We can go somewhere quiet if you like?"I felt her thigh press against mine as she got close. I could smell her sweet perfume and feel the warmth of her body. Suddenly, she slid her hand up my leg and towards my crotch. My dick hardened inside my pants and I could feel a bead of perspiration form on my brow."Look, I. I just bought them leather jackets for them to wear while they are riding their motorcycles." Could you give their sizes to me before you go?" Vicki asked."Sure," John said. "Be careful in what you buy for them." I will." Vicki said. She asked, "How long will it take you to pick them up?" It will only take an hour or so. Most of the time will be spent rounding them up," John answered."I'll be sure to be gone by the time you get back," Vicki said."That would be for the best," John said.Vicki. She picked up a nice Oregon wine and studied the label. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed what she thought was a familiar face from her past. The guy looked just like Mark, but it couldn’t be Mark. She hadn’t seen him in six years, not since graduation. They had been sweethearts, but after graduation, they had lost track. She left for a summer job as a camp counselor, and she got back home, he had gone. His family had moved away and she couldn’t seem to find anyone who knew where they.