She was in her nightgown, and although I’m not a voyeur, I did want to watch her. I softly walked closer until I was as near as I dare. There was a ...mall amount of light coming from the room and she held my tablet in that beam of light, reading it. The light also playing upon her features and thus I stood, gazing at her face, as she read my words. Her full lips moved, repeating my words silently. They were my words, so I could recognize them even without hearing her voice. We’ve met, though. You see, all I had done was curl up and take a comfy nap in his big bed wrapped up in his worn afghan. It was my first comfortable deep sleep since my kidnapping ten days ago. It was the first time he had left me in the cabin alone and I was so fatigued and his bed was so much more comfortable than my pallet. I thought I could just take short nap without him knowing. I’d rushed through my kitchen duty to carve out the time. I thoroughly expected to hear Master as he approached the door. I. One hand massaged my clitoris through the soaking wet cotton panties. The other circled my nipples, gently pinching and pulling them. I groaned and tried to thrust my clitoris up to meet his hand, but he only pulled away. I twisted and writhed toward him anyway. He glared at me sternly and pushed me away. He laid the cold scissors against my thigh and slid the blade up, under the panties. Snip. Again on the other side. He pulled the cloth across my clitoris and away. I was completely naked,. That night I confronted Suzy and she said her usual bedroom voice said “it was really wild, everyone got drunk, including me and soon our bikinis came off and then our shorts came off . The guys began yelling “lap dance, lap dance” and what the heck at $25.00 a dance we could really make some money. I did about four lap dances with no touching allowed. Well the guys got drunker and drunker and someone in the crowd shouted “who is going to blow the groom” I was really drunk and asked “how much”?.