..” She indicates the building behind her, a modest, mechanical workshop, with a couple of cars parked outside as she continues, “ ... to meet yet... another decidedly dirty girl, who wants to live out her filthy fantasy!”She turns and walks away toward the garage, Logan at her side. We can’t decide whether to focus on her tight-arse in that ultra-tight PVC skirt, or the dog’s big bollocks, jiggling between his thighs.We walk through the garage, past a couple of smirking engineers who point us. Mistress Serena took me several times to the Club; and also she wasn't using the blindfold on me anymore. Gradually I learnt the route to the club and what street it was in. A couple of times she told me we would meet there and gave me instructions for my behaviour. The gate guards were instructed to let me pass, even if I had my mask on. It was easy enough for them to recognise me, as there wasn't another woman as small as I am. One particular evening my orders were to enjoy myself but not. A pasture opened before us, and I made them wait while I investigated. In the distance I could see a small house and a dilapidated barn, its roof caved in. The field was waist high with grass and weeds so I assumed the farm was abandoned.We walked around the periphery of the grassland so as not to leave an easily followed trail, and I had them wait again in the treeline while I walked up the the small, clapboard house. It was, as I had guessed, long empty, full of cobwebs and debris. I waved. Fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Scott's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and.