Under the dress I wear his favourite; scoop bra, french knickers, suspenders, a garter and old fashioned stockings with a seam. All this is topped up ...ith just a soupçon of his favourite french perfume; not too much but just enough for him to look at me, raise an eyebrow in question and for me to nod in affirmation. Now I have to stand around till he gets here because the dress is so tight that if I sat down my boobs, already overflowing the low neckline, would simply pop out. Five minutes seem. The breakfast was better than ... I mean, it was excellent, Sir.”“I guess you hadn’t eaten for a while, John.”I looked down and tried to look ashamed.“No Sir, I haven’t.”“Please, John, stop, calling me Sir. All the people here call me Matthew.”“Yes Sir - I mean Matthew.”He paused, and I could feel those eyes checking me.“Tell me, John, what are you running away from? “ “I can’t, Si... - Matthew.”“Why can’t you?”“I promised her that I’d never talk about it. I mean, I shouldn’t even tell about. “Good bye, dear friends,” I whispered softly. “Good bye, sweet Em.” With those few words, I felt the last of the bonds gently breaking. Farewells said, I turned my face towards home, the crevice that led into the cold dark earth, my heart beating harder with every step, pushing me until my feet flew over the grass, barely brushing the stems, pausing only when I was once more in Isshu’s arms, crying out with urgency as he pinned me, feeling my need, his phallus plunging into my wet cunt as I. And now look up to the mountain, over the city of stones to the quarters of the first and second cast, where the ivory-colored spiral towers of the seven families reach through the clouds. See the white-skinned ladies covered in colorful transparent spider silk which makes them look like butterflies, richly decorated with gold and silver and diamond jewelry.From here, look down to the other side of the river where the city wall separates the workers quarters from the slums of the fourth caste..