Account of the meeting on January 4th, Château Alley, St. Paul Les Dax. The meeting was precise and the instructions clear. My Master always prepares me very well, giving me at least 24 hours to get myself in shape, both physically and mentally. I've been playing and replaying the scenario in my head since yesterday, masturbating while thinking about how it will unfold. The only mystery in my mind is the size of his penis and his level of aggression. I always have trouble sleeping the night before a meeting for fear of missing something important. I reread the instructions again; it would be better if I were completely naked and in a position very visible from the road. I arrive early, with half an hour to get organized. The campsite is closed and there's no one around, so I'm already naked, looking for a decent spot where he could park his car in front or next to it. There's a large tree just before the bend in the road with a small entrance and access track to the woods, clearly visible from the road—an excellent spot. I drop off my things. Ten minutes before the plan is to begin, I wander around a bit and gently stroke myself while thinking about it. My erection is holding up, which is good. It's exactly 7:00 AM, and I see car headlights in the distance. I position myself, sitting in front of the tree, my erection and balls clearly visible. I turn toward the road and lower my balaclava. The headlights get closer. I spread my thighs wide. He's very close, and I hear the car slow down. He maneuvers in front of me, his headlights shining directly on me. I'm aroused. He looks at me and gets out of the car. His hand is on me. I open my thighs even wider, and his soft, slender hands caress me. He parks his car and turns off the engine. Without much precision, he ties my hands around the tree, and I hear him prepare his penis with perfume or perhaps disinfectant. He's standing in front of me, and I feel his glans against my sof ...

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