That included clothing. If I told her that a dress she tried on didn't look good on her that is the one she would buy. I finally got to the point wher... I let her do whatever she wanted. That is not to say that I let her run roughshod over me. I was looking for a recliner and Lori went with me when I went looking. I narrowed my choices down to two and then went home to think about it. The next day when I got home I found that Lori had ordered me one and it was not one of the two I was interested. Soon a pretty slave girl came out of the kitchen holding a glass of milk and a plate of food. There was a big chunk of beef, a chunk of cheese, and the end of a loaf of bread with butter. There was plenty of nice cold water to wash it all down with.The slave girl turned out to be Ruth a very pretty fourteen-year-old with light brown skin. She obviously had some white in her somewhere. She stood right behind Connie as I ate. All she had on was a thin white shift that I could almost see through.. It was cold outside and I was glad to get into the library. It was always warm, almost too warm. The library was my refuge. Quiet! No distractions. I could get my work done, catch a few z's, and fantasize without interruption. I remember the bathrooms were clean and the dividers, red. People would write little notes on the wall and sometimes just the words or crude drawings would turn me on so much that I had to masterbate right there. The building itself was a modern raised single floor,. Moving as quietly as she could, she left her husband snoring and left the tent. The full moon lit up the meadow brightly. She could see the other tent. With no one to see her, she boldly walked across the grass in her bare feet, aiming for the nearby stream. She actually wished someone was there to see her, to appreciate her body. The stream was fairly wide along the edge of the meadow, lined with bushes along its gently bank. Close by, the water formed a small pond to one side where the water.