" There was still doubt in her voice."Then look at me, let me see your eyes and ask me again."She looked up and met my eyes, suddenly there was hope t...here. "Jimmy, will you please be my master?"I could see it in her eyes but I had to ask, "If I do this, what will that make you?" Your slave," She said in a voice suddenly firm and certain."And if I love you enough to accept the role and responsibility of being your master, do you love me enough to accept the role and requirements of being my. Still the man does not look up. He seems completely broken, so I search around for someone else to whom I may communicate. Presently a Corporal with the red cross of the Medical Corps on his arm approaches. Through Carpentier, I ask him what his needs are.He begs assistance with the wounded for they are overwhelmed. I have brought some wagons so I suggest we take all those able to travel back to Rungwa. The Corporal gratefully accepts our offer."Corporal, would you be so kind as to prevail upon. Aware of my growing poopy attitude, he walked to me and invited me to go with him to test the temperature of them mild waves. Now, that was really turning promising. I accepted and joined him in the warm water.We washed the sand and sweat off our bodies, and swam, splashed and goofed around for a while. We were finally relaxing in the water. We talked about my bureaucratic job, his business in Chicago and his longer-than-expected stay in the island due to a last-minute business deal. The wait seems forever! I can hear the muffled moans and screams from the other room still and I occasionally move slightly so that my cock rubs against the carpet, for a little stimulation. Finally I hear another bedroom door open and the click of at least two pairs of heels on the hard kitchen floor. I hear the tinkle of ice dumped into glasses and something being poured. Then I hear the voice of the other female say, ‘To you and your man-slave!’, she must be making a toast. I hear the two of.