Have a good rendezvous." He beat feet like he felt Commanche sneaking up on him.Charley grinned. "You've got a way about you. Got another beer?"We spe...nt the day in an alcoholic haze. After an afternoon nap we moseyed on over to a food stall.After a decent nosh on rice, beans, beef and gravy we headed over to the nearest campfire--it wasn't closed (group only-- lots of folks were sitting around) so we didnt' feel so bad pulling up a log.Eventually the ice broke."That cabin yours?" Yup." Looks. Every weekend the husbands or owners of the girls in training would arrive and be treated like VIPs in this room. Their wives or slaves would then be brought out individually, always blindfolded, so they didn’t know their husband or owner was watching. Then they would be bound by a Japanese bondage master and hoisted up on the bar. They were usually suspended in mid air and unable to move their arms or legs and bound in strange yet revealing positions.On one occasion a stunning young girl was. It’s cute!” Casey continued. “Right. Cute to who? Rosanna snarled. “To whom, Sir Ross.” Casey corrected and smiled. She brushed a lock of Rosanna’s hair out of her eyes and said, “Face it, Ross, you’re a hunky heroine! Get used to it!” “I am no such thing. And I hate the word heroine. It sounds like I do drugs or something,” Rosanna retorted. Casey rose, tweaked Rosanna on the nose and tossed her garbage into a nearby receptacle “I’ll call you tonight, Ross…I mean, stud!” Casey called as she. Our faces were probably less than six inches apart.And she absolutely fucking stunned me. Bridge leaned over and kissed me. Right on the mouth.I almost fucking shit my pants."Well?" she said with a smirk.I leaned in, kissed her back, and she slid her tongue in my mouth. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds. And she pulled back."Now I liked that," Bridget said with a smile. And she walked away.Jesus Christ. What the fuck? I'd never done anything like that. Not ever. Even with the crazy shit I'd done.