He told me that my white linen and lace dress would look wonderful with the pink as a contrast to it.He directed me to slowly sway as though I were da...cing for the private pleasure of my imaginary lover. Somehow, that did not seem strange to me. Soon I was swaying to the music, caught up in the soft strains. It was quite romantic, I sensed. I heard the gentle whirring and clicking of his camera.Once in a while he would comment about how pretty I was, or how he liked that particular cute. I walk her over to the middle of the wall mirror, so that we're in the very centre of the large weight room. For some reason I have to stand-up fuck her right out in the open. Our bellies are slamming with loud, full force. “Micheal.........imagine..........every night.........like this.” “Megan-” “Don't fight it..........you won't forget this anytime soon, you realise, my dear.” “God-damn-” “Every night, Micheal...........letting me seduce you like this.” “Megan, don't,” is all I can manage,. He threw itto me then had second thoughts. "No, if you are meant to be a captive,it will be more convincing if you are clothed in western fashion. Youwill be more recognisable as a westerner, and thus more exotic. A Turkmight enjoy buying you to humiliate you but, we must be in character.Give me your foot." Without thinking I held it to him and he snapped achain on it, the other end to a ring bolt in the floor of the cart."What are you doing?" I screamed. "I am not a slave." To all intents and. .. I guess when you wear something like this you don't really have the right to complain, do you?.”“No, I suppose you don't.”Tara laughed out loud. “You poor thing! With how I've been waving these things around, you've probably been daydreaming about what they look like all night, I'll bet.”I shrugged my shoulders again—it seemed to be a habit I was forming.She took a quick look around. “Here,” she then said and pulled her dress open, plopping out two of the nicest breasts I have ever seen..