. At least not yet.I knew right then and there that I was going to do whatever it took toaccept something that large in my own body. I secretly hoped ...that one daymaster would be fucking me with that monster cock. I knew Mistress was inpure heaven from her moaning. I WANTED that with all of my being.Karen and I had willingly volunteered our lives to sexual servitude. Weknow exactly what that meant. Our bodies no longer belonged to us and oursexuality was to be dictated by either of them. We were. What set us apart is that from the beginning, I found out about her's first and my reputation was kept a close secret, because the man involved (Fred G.) was her husband and he was fucking me.I didn't feel so bad when he told me he had "Caught his Missus some 9 times in situations with other men" !. This became a well known open secret that I pretended was nothing like me, although I had already done some porn work in Amsterdam almost 10 years before that !. Shirley never. As we leave, he locks it carefully, but he has the other keys in his hands. he motions me toward the other hallway where the 'common room' is. I wonder what it must be like, and what does he have in store for me?We enter the common room and it is like nothing I have ever seen or imagined. It is huge, nearly the size of a hockey arena, and there are sights which I never thought to see. A small waterfall cascades down one wall, and it is a jungle grotto, there are perhaps a dozen people in the. We were lucky he didn't hear us and investigate. We need to think about crossing this road and where we will do it. I don't feel safe now at the bed and breakfast." We waited for the group to pass by before heading back. We gathered our things and replaced them in the truck. We took our emergency packs and left. I hated to leave our truck but cranking it was too big a risk at this time. I wanted to use another convoy's passing to crank it and move away from the main road. Once safely away, we.