Let’s get back to it.”My gorgeous taskmaster, or taskmistress, had me back on track in no time.“STRIIIIIIIIKE!”I had just watched strike three...go by me. It wasn’t a strike by any measure, but it was called that way all the same.We were in Oak Lake, a resort town about as far as we would generally travel for a district baseball game. It was close to an hour away, but a lot of people made this drive from time to time for recreation. The lake here was lovely. The JV baseball team was not. The. He didn't bother with attaching chains like the others had. No, he attached his selected weights right to the rings themselves by means of the small hooks at the ends of them. Having observed other weights being used throughout the night I was still amazed at how large they appeared. And he didn't stop at one per boobie either.Set one managed to pull her up pointing nipples straight out. Set two pulled them down. Set three almost folded them in half as I watched with unbelieving eyes. Then he. I outgrew my madam; she morphed into my social secretary.And then I made the decision to expand my vistas. My social secretary was also a casting agent, and I soon became a movie star, fucking and sucking to the whirr of a camera. Or multiple cameras. And I don't mean to suggest that it was those late-night pay channels on televising. It was full-length hard core, with the camera just about up my cunt, clit visible, cock plunging in and out in full view, asshole ditto, cum-filled face-drenching. I landed on a freshly cut tree stump smashing my left shin. When the planes engines faded all was quiet. I was lost and alone with the damp air blowing fear through my mind. I guessed that my objective was somewhere to the west but my first indiscretion of the day was to follow the safest route, a tree line heading north east. I limped along for two hours then rested among weeds and scrub. Minutes later I was startled by the slamming of car doors. An engine started, it was a Mercedes Benz, and.