It was the kind of "we need to talk" sound in the voice that you just know something is wrong. Master poured a drink and said down. "I read your onlin... conversation with the Dominant Male." He was speaking of the one i posted the day before, the one about the stranger who tied me us, caned my bottom, and ****d my throat. I thought Master would be pleased -- clearly, from his tone of voice, He was not. "I spanked you before, bitch, for being sloppy and inattentive," He continued, but apparently. The straps appeared to be very thick rubber and looked almost like bungee cords. As she finished securing them to his collar she began to explain: “I dreamt this up because as much as I love to fuck throats, sometimes a well endowed woman wants to get her dick sucked without having to do all the work. As a man, or someone who used to be a man anyway, I’m sure you can identify with that. I call this the ‘Hands-Free Face Fucker’ and I expect it to be a very popular item in the future. Oh, can you. That day. No more being a Grunt, now another Lineman on the crews!Bucky had relatives in my town of Holyrood, so he had heard of Larry and mine's escapades. He kept us usually on separate crews, especially when we stayed out of town and stayed in hotels or in motels. One of his trucks was a flatbed truck with an "A-Frame" gin poles attached to the end of the truck's bed. A winch line went over the end of it and a large auger hung from it. It was very handy to dig holes and set poles quickly.. Roger, our taxi driver was a bit of a character that enjoyed pointing out different sites including a whorehouse where the visiting cruise ship employees found release. Although it was only 10:00 AM there was a waiting line outside. I inquired about the price for various services but he feigned ignorance. While keeping one eye on Susan in the mirror he insisted that we tell him a time to pick us up later that day as he was afraid we would miss our departure. He settled for giving us his card.