It was some time later ,after Pat and I had spent several hours in bed ,had showered and where making our way to the veranda ,sitting down to enjoy the view and have a drink when I over heard what had happened

to Peter ,why had Mr C taken an interest in him ,was it on J 's orders ,was she protecting him or was Mr C interested in his still tight little asshole or his perfect lips ,I had seen how Pete could suck a cock ,as the saying goes " he can suck a golf ball through 50 feet of garden hose " I giggled ,my thoughts where decidedly different than just a few weeks ago ,I was beginning to settle in ,now that I had Jen as my protector
I felt safe ,I had forgotten completely that I was still a slave ,owned by others ,the brands on my body attested to that ,but at the moment ,sitting looking out over beautiful scenery ,Pats hand on my thigh
every thing seemed to be good .