I had absolutely no interest in another beer. I was happy to shrug off the remainder of the night. I peed in the pot and brushed my teeth, following m... wife to bed.By the time I followed her into bed, Mary was firmly established on her side, facing away from my side. In a shorty sleep tee and panties. As though settling all her concentration on falling asleep.That was bullshit. Fucking supine posturing! I yanked her bits of clothing out of the way, then sank into the wettest I'd ever known. Their favourite is to see a cherry-ass girl have her ass-cherry popped. It is silly, but it is all in their mind, and they pay well for their thrill. This is where you come in. You have just the right look, you have a cherry-ass, you would suit well.’ ‘But, what will happen?’ asked Amor. ‘I will lead you. I will dress you in a nice costume and you do as I say. The Masters have their fantasy that you are their prisoner, and at their mercy to enjoy how they like. I will give you to them and. . I..um…grrrrrrrrr…why did I tie this damn thing so tight! After much picking at the knot with my nails I manage to undo them, and with their large size they quickly drop to the floor revealing a tight fitting pair of pink thong panties. Unlike the other shed clothing littering the floor at my bare feet, the panties are, um, less than practical. Thin and soft, they feel so good against my skin, especially now with the rest of my clothes gone and the breeze blowing across me. A thin waist band. A yellow band blocked their path down the dirt road into the forest. Two PMs with blue ribbons on the arm and blue helmets patiently held the yellow band. They were the referees for fair play. A red signal fare shot high into the air. It curved high. The red fireball glowed brighter. Smoke followed it. The sun was barely coming up. The dawn was lifting in the backdrop of the flare. The PMs let the yellow band drop. A helicopter spun up the main rotor behind them at base camp. Booker hit the gas.