They were there even before we had arrived for the dinner. From a distance, the girl seemed to have great assets. We walked in closer and occupied the...table next to theirs, but were still quite far for them to have a private meal. In the shimmering light of the bonfire, I saw her face for the first time. She must have been in her early twenties, very beautiful fair skinned north Indian girl. The diamond nose stud flickered in different colours. From the way they were behaving with each other, I. My brain floated on such a highthat everything just seemed dream-like and unreal.I knew that every day would not be perfect. I knew I would have sorrows,angst, and I would sometimes miss who I had been. Ryan would forever bean unfinished story. I knew that I would always wonder how things wouldhave ended up for him. Maybe, just maybe, there would be times I'd regretnot being him.But then there would always be the next orgasm.I jumped into my little apple-green Fiat and drove home. It was a. I had to change cameras quickly and watched as she entered the dungeon. He asked her if the safe word was the same as last time and she said yes. He then put a blindfold on her, put her into the bench with the stirrups and strapped her into place with her unprotected pussy pointing at the door. Dave told her she would be left alone and when he was ready he would return. I decided to follow Dave around the house using the cams and watched as he went to his bedroom, put on the same leather outfit. All in all, pretty dull, but I don’t mind it, though. The night goes as usual, put the pies in the oven, get the French breads and sweet goods in the queue, and then comes the raw dough products. This routine is used every night, and it makes the time pass quickly, since I can lose myself in space and let the mind wander while the body performs the work on its own. ‘Hi Mike. How you doing tonight?’ startled me a bit when I was traying up some Italian loaves. The voice was high and familiar. It.