“Hiya, how are you?” Was Emma’s reply. I’m not sure where the pleasantries came from but her voice was quiet. “Emma, you can speak quietly,...” I told her, “but when you come, I want to hear it, loudly. Do you understand the consequences of that?” It was a half question, half statement. “Yes,” she whispered. “So you want to come do you?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes, please, Master. Please Master, I really need this.” I waited a few seconds, “Emma, you may come for me after you put the. So I went shopping for a while and had a good lunch. When I returned I was introduced to a couple of hunky guys and was told that these would be my costars. There was no script and the director would tell us what to do and then the recording would go on for a bit. I was surprised that the woman was the director and the man was the camera operator.“Anyway, I got started with one of the guys and we went through the usual routine of fondling and then sucking and finally fucking.”Her husband was. "This is what I've got. What are you willing to give?"They weren't Nike but a pair of men's Adidas. "Those are German, not American," I objected."Take it or leave it." I've got some nice jewelry," and I showed him a plastic bag with all my jewelry figuring I might get the shoes cheap and trade up for something better."Maybe you've got something nicer to trade. Come over here. Let me look."I stood next to him. The man was revolting but I went along with it. I wanted the shoes."I get more. A group of guys are playing pool, I have not seen them before in here, they are all laughing and joking, they look pretty fit, with nice tans and enough muscle to show that they are not couch potatoes. I stroll over and start to watch them play two of them are pretty good the others just playing for fun, they make eye contact with me, smiling at me then one another. “Can we get you a drink” one of them asks. “Another of these as it’s my birthday” would be great I reply. “Caesar knows what.