The first guy quickly separated them, put two copies of each pic in an envelope and handed them to me, staring at my still exposed breasts. I asked hi... how much I owed him and he told me they were on the house. I told him I wanted to check them out and pulled them out of the envelope. I took one copy of each pic and handed them to the counter guy and told him I wanted to know which were his favorites the next time I come in. My husband couldn’t believe how excited I was or how brazen I was in. They’d be worried what might happen if your parents found out.”“How would they find out? If you don’t tell and I don’t tell and your moms don’t tell, there’s no way they could know!”“You mean just like Cynthia saying there was no risk in being at her house?”“She meant for her parents coming home!”“Yes, she did. And they didn’t. And we STILL got caught! That’s what I’m trying to point out - even if you think you won’t get caught, you can!”I had to stop myself from laughing out loud because I. Turning to the table of contents, my eyes fell on a story entitled “Saffron.” I could still hear the water running as I read the story of a sixteen-year-old girl named Fay who was both beautiful and innocent. She easily fell under the spell of the much older Albert, a man in his forties who had sophisticated ways, a good family name, and a large home with many attractive female black servants. Fay was not used to such luxury or kindness from everyone, including Albert. He visited her room. I even told her of how the only way Mel would ever be in my life is as a slave and a lowly one at that.What I didn't know was that the slave sentence hit a hot spot with her, and not in a bad way. Her whole body language changed and she said with feeling, "Jake if you can do that, I will marry you!"Shocked I gasped, "Let me get this straight. If I enslave Mel, you'll be my wife?"Ai said with a straight face, "Yes Jake. Please make her your slave and me your wife. Oh yea and yes why don't we go.