His fair skin was the perfect backdrop for the copious hair that moved up his shoulders, under his arms, and down his back, ass, and legs. And despite...such a beautifully hairy body, I could still see his muscles in relief."I'll be right out," he said and headed for the shower.Hearing the water broke the spell. Stark realization pushed through and caused me to catch my breath. Maybe I was wrong. Who exactly was going put their heels to heaven?The momentary silence gave me time to shake clear my. Cecelia's wrists and ankles throbbing from the heat of the rivets coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to have a familiar throbbing sound. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held captive in uncivilized bondage naked and permanently shackled through all future existence. An inner voice prodding her insistently! "Go on say it!" she heard it. As the bus picked up speed I was jostled around. I was too short to reach the handle above so I held the waist of the guy in front. He smiled and asked me where I was going and when I told him he said that this bus was an express bus with fewer stops but fortunately would stop at my village in about 2 hours.The guy smelt good and I probably dozed off standing. When I opened my eyes my face was on his chest and my arms on his buttocks. I found I was hugging him hard and someone pressing me hard. Not because I was modest because I really enjoyed being naked in front of all those men but because I didn't want to lose it. I discovered that there was a small pocket on the front piece of the loin cloth and inside the pocket was some pieces of paper. When I read the pieces of paper I discovered that some men had written down their names and phone numbers and I knew that I was going to call them the next time I was in town. A few minutes later the man who brought me to the party came up to me.