"Master, Keira and I will bring everything you will need. Just come straight to the cabin, okay?" Amber added."Okay, you talked me into it. How do I g...et there, slaves?" Bill asked."No problem, Master, I already programmed the directions into your GPS while you were packing." Keira beamed, "Just go into stored addresses and you will see ‘cabin’, click on it and just follow the directions." Was this what you two have been whispering about all week?" Bill asked."Yes, Master, it was." Keira said. As soon as I have started to list my options for one problem, another problem demands my attention. As hard as I try, I never manage to get past the first step. Not only have I lost my ability to make rational decisions, I've also been involved in actions which I can't possibly be proud of.Last night, before I left her, Fiona made a copy of the tape I had recorded, and handed it to me."This is your copy. You deserve it. I think this should answer all your questions," she said.In fact, I never. When I awoke in the morning I had one hand on Carrie's knee, which was draped over my waist. My other arm was beneath her shoulder with my arm circling her waist — or at least I think it was.I'd lost feeling in the appendage at some point in the night and I didn't have ability — or the urge, really — to move it. I was pleasantly trapped.I kissed the top of Carrie's head to rouse her from her slumber."Happy Christmas Eve, love," I told her when she looked up at me.Carrie planted a small kiss on. .just the two of them. They have been my favorite nights because both of us loose our inhibitions. We hold nothing back. I'll be honest I'm generally quiet during sex so is Michael. I don't drink a lot neither does he but he holds his own when he gets smashing drunk. Michael is a big guy about 6'3" and is built like a machine. He has tan skin and dark hair that trails down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans to hold his 8" cock. I'm nearly his opposite. I have peaches and cream.