Little did he know that he would see these men again later that night. As Mistress and slave got near end of the line, a handsome black man shoved his... crotch into slave's face. slave could feel his huge cock inside his pants slap against slave's face. "You gonna be sucking this later bitch boy" he screamed before walking away. "Yes Sir" is all slave said before Mistress patted him on the head and said "Good boy".Mistress and slave greeted the last guest and She walked him toward the awaiting. I would have preferred to walk down to the lake, but I didn’t want to bring her there, I didn’t want to remind her of the feelings that had pushed her to do what I suspected… no, pretty much knew, she had done. My strength was running out again and I sat down and leaned against a tree. I tried to concentrate my thoughts on what I needed to tell her instead of what I wanted to ask her, it was so easy to start asking the why’s, why did she do it, why now, why couldn’t she trust her friends to. Only Miho's arms and the part of her legs were bound but it was enough to render her effectively immobile. The roof that covered the open porch was supported by five massive wooden beams, a foot wide at least. Each beam was supported by a pair of posts about a foot apart, one on either side. Miho was bound to the posts supporting the center beam, her arms laced vertically to the posts by hemp ropes that began at her shoulders and ran downwards to spread her legs at the thighs. As with all parts. This had to be the biggest piece of nonsense that he had ever heard."I thought you said you had a solution to all this?" he said as he remembered what started the conversation."Actually, I think I do," Jennifer said. "Do you remember Heather Esposito?"It took Martin only a few seconds to remember the rather plain girl who had been part of Jennifer's wedding party. She had a nice personality but always let her looks overshadow everything else."What about her?" he asked."We got her laid the night.