He invited me in and led me to his living room. The room smelt musky and I could tell he had just had sex in there.“Jess, welcome, what are you doin... here?”I blushed and sat down on his couch.“I need to talk to someone, and I can’t talk to my parents.”He seemed to acknowledge what I was saying and soon I was pouring out my heart to him.Soon I found that he was hugging me as I was crying on his shoulder. It felt so good to have someone listen to me, even if he wasn’t helping me.As I was talking. OK, never mind.I know, I'm sounding insecure. I'm not. I don't think.So, there I was, my hands and feet bound, nude. No idea what happened to my clothes. It wasn't cold. Like I said before, the temperature was constant and it was warm enough so maybe no one needed clothes.What I was feeling was pissed. In front of me, standing over my face, was Harry. Stark fucking naked. Oops, sorry. But he was, naked, I mean. I don't mean I was pissed about being tied down. Wasn't the first time for me, and. He was foolish to leave. Fortunes were to be made here in the New World. Why toady at the courts? So much more could be made in this strange land of gold and flowers than in Madrid or even Vienna. At his departure I was given his slaves. They had been given to us as war booty and, as the noble, he had been given the choice slaves. Most of these native slaves were good only for menial service, but one of his slaves was exceptional. She had been baptized Maria. She was a looker with smoky eyes. I wait breathlessly for you to find me there. As you pull up to the house you see that it is dark and you assume I have already gone to bed. You come into the house and pull off your jacket as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something to drink. The rest of your night at work had been crazy and you were ready to relax. With a glass of juice in your hand you walk to the bedroom to look in on me. As your reach the door you notice the soft glow coming from beneath it. You open it slowly and.