And me: I know that because of my wickedness it won't happen, that I'm damned to the fires of hell where the Devil will lick my quim and roast me fore...er in my sexual torment, but even so, I try to be brave. I do it for Peter and the children because I yearn to be back at home, but I can't be good, not even for them. As Albert's hand hovers over the dial and threatens me with juice, I panic. I plead with him and promise that I'll do anything he wants of me. Anything at all. I promise to be his. I was beginning to walk into the living room as I felt a damp rag against my mouth and nose; I started feeling dizzy and quickly passed out. I woke up, what seemed like hours later, weak and light headed lying face down, completely nude and blind folded on what I guesses was a custom made massage table, there was a cushioned hole for my face to fit through, but strange enough, there was also another hole by my cock which I noticed was quite hard for just waking up after being d**gged.I tried to. After I'd unpacked themand had then lined up on a shelf I couldn't resist it - I just had to trythem all on. One by one I worked my way through them, posing in front ofthe mirror and being surprised by how good I looked in them. Then, weirdly,the thought popped into my head that what would really work with a blondewig was some bright red lipstick. Almost before I knew what I was doing Ifound myself selecting one from the make-up that had arrived yesterdaycarefully applying that dramatic color. “Right oh,” he said “were around them, now we have the job of pulling them in. We have to haul and make along the sand until we can see Charlie and Albert who will be coming the other way. “By the weight of the net there is a lot of fish. If there’s a lot here and they average over fifteen bucks a kilo at the market, tonight’s work will pay for a great Xmas.” It was a long time before the net was in shallow water with most of the fish beached. The girls stood in the water holding the cork line.