Deanna stopped talking about a kiss and gave Summer an awkward one on the mouth. The reality of taking their lifelong, platonic relationship in a roma...tic and sexual direction was a bit more nerve-wracking than exploring her bisexuality with a lesbian colleague at the theater. For one thing, the colleague had been the sexual aggressor. For another, there was less to lose. A best friend was far different from a colleague.Despite being anxious and having the proverbial butterflies in their. I shuddered at the coldness of them as I pulled them up and tucked my blouse into it. I lay back down with Eric as he tidied himself up. Then he leaned over and kissed me again. He whispered softly a thank you. We hugged and I lay back for a moment, as my knickers felt more and more, er, marshy as cum leaked into the gusset."Let's go back to the shelter for a while" ventured Eric. I nodded. I stood up and he handed me my blazer. He gave his mac a shake - for all the good it did and put it on.. His voice was soft and feminine and had that "gay" accent to it! Anyways, as we made eye contact I smiled and was treated to a flash of his pearly whites! How I wanted to cum across that face at that moment!! I got into my car and drove home thinking about him and how much I wanted him! The next day I drove out of my way to fill my car yet again at his station. He recognized me and gave me a huge smile and as I took my change from him I let my finger gluide across his smooth palm, never. Jenny nodded agreement and we looked at Helen for an answer."Ah, Darlings," she smiled, "Roman slaves did not wear underwear. And we do want to be authentic after all."She reached behind her for the mysterious package she had collected from the little shop in town."Talking of authenticity, you will need these," and she handed each of us a thin metal collar to fasten around our necks. "All Roman slaves were collared," she told us."And these," she announced, producing two sets of wrist shackles,.