I was now confined in the pens.The other girls looked at me. No one spoke. I shivered as I looked for a place to sit. I found an empty spot by a stone...pillar that formed part of the wall and sat down. I crouched and hid my face in my arms and cried. I was a prisoner. I was a slave. I was property.An hour ago I had been a young, happy girl sitting with her friends at the fountain after having run my errands and now I was naked and locked up in the slave pens. I couldn't understand it. I had been. Her eyes were looking at the floor.Me – “Di, I am sorry.” Di – “No. Don’t be. It’s ok. It was an accident.”Me – “Thanks for understanding.”She just looked at me and smiled awkwardly. She was embarrassed for sure.Me – “Are you upset?”Di – “Yes, a bit. It’s ok.”Me – “Hmm, don’t be. I would feel bad.” (looking at her pleadingly)Di – “It is fine. I am ok. Really”Me – “Hmm that is good”Di – “Just forget about it. What about your plans for your holidays?”Me – “My friends planned for a trip to the. ..Più mi avvicinavo a quell'oasi di piacere e più tu gemevi, completamente abbandonata alle mie carezze!Arrivai alle tue cosce, tu allargasti ancora di più le gambe, ti apristi come un fiore che desidera il sole, e il sole arrivò.Baciai dolcemente il tuo voluttuoso clitoride; tu fremesti ed iniziasti a massaggiarti seni e capezzoli. Leccai le calde e bagnate labbra della tua deliziosa vulva, infilai dentro la lingua e gustai il tuo nettare zuccherino. Era bollente come la tua passione.. "There's someguy on line three and he says he's your wife."I thought for a second and responded, "My wife really got into her partthe other night, I guess she still wants to play. Thanks." I picked upthe phone and before I could open my mouth a voice cut in. "Honey,something strange is going on. I'm heading home." I asked if she was O.K."Yes and No! Please meet me at the house. I'm leaving now. Love you." Iasked Janice if she could cover my phone, grabbed my coat and left theoffice. When I got.