Sir told the bachelor to sit in a chair in the middle of the room and instructed one of the boys to turn on some music. He told the rest of the boys t... circle the bachelor and get ready for the show. He told them they were not allowed to touch me, but if I touched them it was okay.Sir would stay there to monitor the situation but encouraged the boys to enjoy themselves and treat me like the paid whore I was. The music started. Sir dimmed the lights and patted me on the ass. It was showtime.I. You knew about my fucking cross-dressing all along, didn’t you?”“Yep, I’m afraid so. I just didn’t let on. I wanted it to continue. I loved that you borrowed clothes from Tiffany and me. And, Doug, let’s blunt ... you knew long before you confronted them ... and you wanted me to stay as your captive so that you could fuck us all some time ... sooner or later, right? It was to have us all as your harem, wasn’t it?” Nellie declared.“Okay, so I did. Are you happy? I wanted the family to play. "She was sobbing now, her body shaking in fear but that only turned me onmore; this is the way a woman should respond to her MASTER! She shouldbe fearful, fearful for herself and fearful not to disappoint hersuperior alpha male owner!I reached over to the bedside table and moved the anal-beads and thedildo from there to the pillow in front of her; I wanted her to see whatwas coming so that the anticipation would heighten her senses. Hersobbing intensified making my cock even harder; I wanted. Rumours abounded of orgies and other wild sexual activities. Even darker ones spoke of ritual sex and consorting with strange, perhaps supernatural, creatures. Those rumours were less credible, at least to me, for obvious reasons.The artist had gone missing in 1990 and had never been found. Family had eventually come out of the woodwork and managed to get him declared dead on various bits of evidence. Once they realized there wasn’t much money to be made, they had sold what they could and then.