H"The text back made me laugh, just a simple "???" My one word reply just kept the ball rolling "Google"Exactly 15 minutes later I walk through the do...or, she's stood waiting for me, hands me my glass of wine, I take the glass in one hand, with the other I pull her towards me, arm around her waist our lips meeting, my free hand roaming to see if I'd been obeyed. "Good girl" I purr in her ear, her smile and meekly said "Thank you" we're all I needed With one deft movement I sit and pull her over. More disturbing thanmy failure to get a good wi-fi signal is what I can see on the otherside of the fence. Women and children, digging in the ground with themost basic of tools, moving dirt and rock with wheel barrows. Hundredsof them. As we drive by and watch them, they watch us. Not openly,because the MEN in charge are watching them closely but they know we'rehere. From the furtive looks we're getting, I'd bet every one of thosewomen and children would like to be on this wagon, riding away. We all laughed and she finally agreed to let us go through it. Donald helped us pick out an enviable selection of gear, leaving him enough that his new mistress would be pleased. We got a crash course in the use and care of each piece and Beck was bright-eyed and eager to get home to try them out. She’d become quite the little pain-slut, my Beck. I was going to have to keep a close eye on her.When Donald put everything that we were leaving behind together, it fit into one tote with room to. My cock was rock hard, I stroked it through my jeans as I looked down at her vulnerable body.I went into the closet to on the side of the room and pulled the videotape from the machine. I kept a surveillance camera of the room, my wife wanted to spy on the sitters, it didn't seem like a bad idea now, I pushed it into the machine and the screen on the TV came to life with the events of the evening. It showed Jesse and my son Max, he was 10, she was cleaning up, and she was moving around the room.