Things had previously conspired against me. The two cups of coffee make cowboy style, as my dad had called it, when he did it over a campfire in my yo...uth, were the best I ever had. I decided that as I sat under a tree on my camp space and sipped the not too hot coffee.For the first time it seemed that I was on the road with nothing to do but ride and look at the passing scenery. It was wonderful. It only took me four days to find the peace in the trip.It was about lunch time when Georgia turned. This two week vacation was a dream come true, a fantasy realized, on Isla de la Paz Hermosa, a small island in the midst of an emerald sea. It was not a resort in the traditional sense. The decor was serene. The fabric and paint were a light, tone-on-tone brightness. The wood of the furniture was dark and rich. Upholstery invited one to rest in loving and cushioned embrace. There were no televisions, but a library of sorts filled the walls of one long hallway. The music in the bar each evening. It was distracting. How did they get anything done?“Now be polite.” She said.My boner was sticking out through the slit in my boxers. I took a notebook to cover it, but she wasn’t grossed out or anything.“We maintain some politeness and discretion. We’re here to be safe and be in a stress-free environment. Don’t be over-the-top.”“Okay.”She took the notebook off my lap, exposing me.“Now explain in medias res to me.” And she grabbed my cock.“Whoa. Uh, what?”“Stress-free. Now, come on, play. "Yes, Master."I turned to my older slave. "As for you, Vonda, your problem is just the opposite. You are a wonderful sex toy. You love to be beaten and flogged. You are a trisexual. You'll try anything sexual. I have no complaints in that department." Thank you, Master," said Vonda."But there is a willful streak to you. You try hard, but sometimes you rebel. Your little revolt three days ago was a classic example." You're right. I'm sorry, Master." It's partially my fault. I should have seen.