And this is something I exploredincreasingly throughout my 20s. But in truth I was a pretty bad slave - Iwas manipulative and controlling, albeit doin...g it from the bottom. Ifound myriad excuses and devices and strategies and plans to get my ownway so that the poor, so-called Master became my enabler, my facilitator.He ended up dancing to my tune.Occasionally I would find a man who would make use of the fact that I wasbound and gagged to push me further than I wanted to go. I would alwaysbad. Nervously we make our way to the beach unsure as to what we will find. We strip off in one of the huts provided and make our way out onto the beach. After half an hour or say a number of the stag do guys turn up at the beach and make camp near to where we are sitting. My wife leans in to me as we are sunbathing and says "there's a lot of cock on show" to which I reply "go on then which are your favourites". This challenge gets her very excited and we have a bit of a laugh and giggle about her. By now my cock was stiff and was trying to touch her ass,but I was waiting for the right moment.After couple of mins she adjusted her sekf right in front of my pelvis region and Lo my cock was touching her crack now My cock too was happy and smiling.The moment my penis touched her ass hole she gasped heavily and her body went rigid may be she reached her mini orgasm.Any way I kept quiet and was pushing on her ass hole I could feel the ass hole on top of her slippery saree.I started to flex my. There had been nothing but selfless love within that four-way, and when I shared my own love for Jesus with them, they all seemed to relish the sensation. For over four hours, we prayed, reading from one of the dozens of prayer books stored there in that dark and chilly candlelit cabin.The startling part about waking up beside Father Reinhold was how he was spooned around me with his left arm draped over me. I was trapped there unless I wished to wake him.I relaxed when I realized I wasn’t cold.