I held her eyes letting my fingers slip down from my hair across my cleavage where I fingered the Ethiopian silver cross I always wear around my neck....She became a little flustered and her eyes away shifted from mine but not before she’d taken in my legs and heels. After a minute or so she stood up to leave, but there was a last little look across to me. I smiled at her but she looked away. ‘Mmmm, a shy one’ I thought, ‘usually the most passionate in bed’. It was 4.30, time for both of us to. Several dim lights illuminated the interior.“Technically,” he began, “as of the end of your day of repentance, you were no longer a prisoner.” He looked at her through the bars. “You are a slave,” he said. “My slave. So I am now responsible for your confinement.”He unlocked the padlock on the cage. “For some reason, however,” he said with a big smile, “the paperwork was slightly delayed so I couldn’t take possession until today.” His smile broadened as he said, “That meant you had to be kept at. Sometime ago he and I opened up our marriage and while I won't go into all the details of that part of our life, I will tell you that my loving husband has met so many of my fantasies, watching me with another women, sharing multiple women with me and my favorite allowing me to experience being gang banged. I've enjoyed having five cocks all at my command, two in my hands, one in each of the other holes god has given me. We enjoy these occasional forays into the less socially acceptable arenas,. When they were done and I was all loaded, I headed home.On the way I called Mr. Bell and asked, "Hey. Do you need me for anything today? I want to take the girls out on the houseboat for the afternoon, but with the Judge around, I wondered if I should stick close to home." Actually, David," he said. "I spoke to the Judge an hour ago. They have your diploma in hand, and served notice on Tim Sanderson, in jail, that you had exercised your rights under the terms of your grandfather's trust. He is.