What I hadn’t quite realized is that it had now become my secret, too.As soon as people found out, I could see the images of the weird stuff we must...get up to going through their heads. I could see in them the same reaction that I had first had to his fetish: mild disgust and confusion, but it was now aimed at me as well. People began shyly asking me questions about our sex life, if he made me do anything weird, if I was into feet too now, what foot-fetish sex consisted of.I could no longer. Remember, I said I felt detached. Somehow, I knew I was there to be assessed, to be bartered or purchased. That didn't upset me in the least. It seemed so natural, as did everything else. I wasn't upset, pleased, excited or anxious. I was disconnected from my emotions. I was just there. Time did not exist. I could have been there minutes, an hour or longer, I do not know. I was not aware of the passing of time.During that timeless interval, a dozen or so men approached me-one at a time-and. Putting his arm around Tonnie’s shoulders, he looked toward her parent’s. “I think it’s time we spoke of marriage!” He smiled, giving Tonnie a peck on the cheek.The village priest was more than happy when Tonnie and Philly visited him regarding their coming marriage. He knew that Tonnie had frequently visited the old chief in the hours of darkness he was surprised that he’d got her pregnant so quickly. Things were a lot better for them now, they could hold hands when the moved about the. Beneath your shirt you are wearing a lace bra with the faintest hint of pink. The fine lace cups are straining to contain your ample breasts and your nipples are hard as little pebbles and protruding through the weave tantalisingly. Your hands move slowly over your breasts and your thumbs ease under the top edges of your bra to brush your nipples suggestively. You squeeze them between your thumbs and fingers and your mouth opens with a short and breathy gasp. I watch, mesmerised, as you push.