Margaret, the 70-year old wife of George (the 73-year old man who came to the resort with her to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary), walked along the side of the pool in her skimpy string bikini and stiletto heels. She never had any inclination to wear such slutty clothes before, either decades ago when she was young or now when she was old. But ever since she came to her master's resort, she couldn't be happier than to strut around looking like a slut. It was what her master wanted. And she was always happy to do whatever her master wanted.
She walked towards a couple of the poolside chairs. Samantha was already sitting in one of them, wearing a bikini just as slutty and revealing as Margaret's.
Samantha smiled at Margaret as the older woman sat down in the chair next to hers. "Is Master coming yet?" she asked.
"I don't know. But I hope so," Margaret said. "I want to please him so bad."
"Me too."
They looked around at all the men standing guard and holding rifles at the exits. They were trapped there and couldn't leave. But they didn't care. Because of the psychological hold that their master had on them, they had no reason to leave. They were happy to be imprisoned at what they called "the resort", which was really just an island fortress/mansion owned by the safari man.
