Although she was anxious to get to the coast, she never once objected to the detours. They spent a full day exploring Capitol Reef, wandering through ...ohab Canyon while tripping on a tab. Later that evening, they made frenzied love in the shadow of Cassidy Arch, giggling and laughing at the prospect of getting caught.The next day was celebrated by a leisurely stroll through Bryce Canyon before heading west once more, Dave shirtless as he drove, his toned chest glistening with sweat, Julie. Having eyeballed the course and thinking it was probably worth it, he turned up to the club.The club president proceeded to lead him to a small room and pointed to the three doors opposite the one they’d entered from and a line on the floor near it.“Your test is quite simple. Behind the first door is a bottle of imported rum, the good stuff. You need to drain the bottle, bring it out here and put it on this side of the line. Half an hour time limit. Easy.”The prospective member nodded and. Looking down. Another admission of guilt. Or maybe she just thinks I am being respectful."Here," continues Neena. "A night cap!"She hands me a small shot glass filled with a fawn liquid. It could almost be Bailey's Irish Cream. I don't really feel I have any choice but to drink it. It has a musty, "hairy", taste. For a second or two after I drain the glass there is just the after-taste; odd, not alcoholic, not pleasant but not unpleasant either.Then, suddenly, my stomach heaves. I dash to the. That is to say, with nose on the floor, hindquarters raised to the maximum, thights splayed wide, I had sent up earlier, just before Jason arrived, so that she could warm me up ready for him. She did a quite capable job, as one would expect of a trained slave. If she hadn´t done, I would, of course, have asked for her to be punished. And that would certainly have been carried out.As I had often done before, I mused on what it must be like for an attractive young woman to have to do as she was.