“I was wondering about that Indian Rock thing.” “Would you like to see it?” Max offered. “It’s really kinda cool.”“Sure,” I said eag...rly. “I could use a walk after that lunch. How far is it?”“Not far.”“You said that when we were driving here.”Max and I headed off into the woods, up a narrow, foot-worn path that wound around the lake. It was a steady but gentle climb, snaking around natural rock formations, trees and bushes. It was again such a free, sensual experience, walking through the woods. Keep your teeth out of the way, and Ill show you what to do. With both of her hands, she began to rock my head back and forth. Hank placed a hand around the front of my neck and began to moan. Put your tongue out, he demanded in a gruff voice, and I did what I was told, to the extent that I could move my tiny tongue around his enormous cock head. I remember the distinctly musky flavor and aroma as Mildred continued to rock my head back and forth, becoming more forceful, trying to work more of. The following Saturday night I showed up at the dungeon. There were ten people; four women and six men, and, of course, Miss Anna. We mingled and socialized for a while until Miss Anna made an announcement."This here is my slave Frank, our featured attraction for tonight. He will serve as your human toilet tonight. Frank, take off your clothes."I turned dark red, but how could I refuse her. Nervously I began to undress in front of all the guests who were staring at me intently. Naked, I stood. I was working in my office at the time tending to a few of the projects I had started before I'd fallen into this brilliant scam with the girls. I suppose I could have postponed them or even quit them altogether but I'd taken them in good faith and I really hate not finishing what I started. Besides I really didn't expect even a generous finder's fee for returning the girls would make me independently wealthy; I'd hoped to live far too long for that. So, I needed to keep myself out there, make.