Master David made it clear that this was about to change.He won that week, so he dragged me by my hair out of my own house andthrew me into the trunk ...of his car. He tossed a roll of duct tape in andtold me that he expected to see my tied up tightly by the time hearrived at my new home.I did my best, but I suspect that Master David was driving erraticallyon purpose, making it difficult to tie myself up properly. By the timewe arrived at his home, I had my legs and knees taped up, and hadwrapped. Long, wavy auburn colored hair tells him that it is Sarah. He clicks the unlock button on his key fob as a chirp sounds. She climbs into the car without looking at him. He sits in drivers seat and starts the car. A throaty growl sounds as the V8 engine comes to life. He carefully backs the car out of the parking space. “It’s ok,” Sarah announces 10 minutes into their drive, surprising him. “Huh,” he stupidly replies. “We all have fantasies,” she says as she pats his shoulder, “I am. Brought along a case of bottled water, Camp Victory’s finest, and a case of unopened MREs case type B, the one with the hamburger macaroni and tabasco. Good stuff. Took our seats and settled in.Charged our weapons as we left the wire. Everything looked good and tight. Good vehicle spacing and speed between the five Cougars and Buffalo. We were way in front of the supply convoy like we were supposed to be.As we went down the MSR as part of the route clearance mission, the CSM and I talked a. I thougt he was gay as could be, he wore tight jeans and worried a lot about his hair, had mostly girls for friends, and even had the gay lisp, but he swore he was strait. He was damn sexy though, he worked out so he was very cut, and a nice ass, any time he wasnt looking, I was undressing him with my eyes. Looking just was not enough for me, so I was determined to have him come out to me, so I made best friends with him, and always gave signs, like an accedental akward touch or if we were.