This is not amemoir or a biography. If you continue to read, you will have to accept the experiences I was forcedto record at face value. I give no ex...planations or justification for what mylife has become. My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my training and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordealsaroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as. Expected to be their by about 9 p.m. The drive there would only take us about twenty minutes after all, we have been to this hotel a number of times before with Trevor not to mention the various other guys she fucked there. I could tell my wife was feeling pretty excited during the short drive for what lays ahead because she kept flashing me her shaved pussy, parting her legs and fingering herself on the way to the hotel. I almost got in an accident when she wiped her pussy soaked wet fingers. The next day, I had a hunch ta hang around town. Well, my first hunch had really paid off handsomely, so I wasn't gonna argue with this one. All I accomplished this day was ta enjoy some poker an' two cool beers, but I didn't press my luck by leavin' town. Ah, the next day was the one what made the hunch pay off!I was sittin' in a saloon, nursin' a cool beer an' wonderin' what was headed my way. I finally got my answer ta that one along 'bout mid-morning. Who should wander into the saloon where. ..? I blushed some more. Icouldn?t have been happier with what had happened, but it had been along day.?No, I understand. Sleep well, and if you ever need anything, let meknow.? He came up and gave me a big warm hug. I hugged him back andlet my head rest against his chest for a moment.We exchanged our good nights and then I slipped out into the hallway.It was still pretty early, and I could hear the party continuingdownstairs. I could also hear the sounds of muffled passion fromseveral rooms as.