This was a bloody set up and I got a very bad feeling about it, not helped by the phenomenon of Clinton not rewinding to the positions where they were... like everyone else.‘What was going on?’ I asked myself.Something wasn’t right and I started to feel uncertain of the outcome that this evening had once appeared to promise me.The toasted turbot titbits did the rounds once again, in my new rewound version of the world and I suspected Clinton’s world also and once more I eschewed the offered wine. Then I suddenly excused myself and made for the bathroom. Okay, so a full stomach wasn’t helping. I got back to my cabin, where the full stomach thing solved itself in a hurry. I fell back on the bed and passed the rest of the night contemplating the various atrocities I was going to inflict on Robert the next time I saw him. After all, it was all his idea. I did my usual evening routine lately of stumbling in and out of the shower and taking my medication. I did feel better again. I opened my. I got off and cum ran down my legs."Check out how loose your ass is in the mirror slut."I went over to the mirror on the wall and turned around and pulled myass cheeks apart. Where my ass used to be there was a gapping hole withcum all over it."Ohhh master, my ass is so loose like a real slut." And it will only get even looser in time. Now another drink and thenbed with a snack. Get undressed while I am getting it."It was late now and he went out and came back in with 3 pitchers of the2nd drink. Like flashing security cams. Or disrobing completely in public restrooms. I've been trying to figure out ways to masturbate in public, and haven't quite gotten the knack for it yet. They say the joy of flashing is in making it look like an unawares accident. I don't think anyone has seen my scratchy twine thong yet; I need more practice. How does one practice for that: with her friends holding a glass of wine looking on, judging if she did it right, convincingly? Pretty sure my friends couldn't.