I looked forward to having those men, the third class of citizens, kneeling at my feet and pampering me. I received about a dozen responses. One was f...om a Mistress, but she was too far away from me, and had many of her own slaves. Another few were from fellow TVs. Many were from men, but all lacked what it takes to serve me.Many of the responses were barely literate. Some were a line or two long, and when I requested a lengthier follow-up, I received no response. Some wanted more for. It was the hands, with their long, expressive—and dare she even think it, sensuous—fingers that had told Ada that she loved Hiram and wanted to go with him, fingers that she fanaticized stroking through her hair. Hiram, in fact, had used these fingers to calm Ada down when they had met in the dark and had reached and then, both all atremble, surpassed the limits of their earlier fumbling love making. He hushed her shaking down by stroking fingers through her long, dark hair with one hand while. 'I thought you had them'. 'No, my hands are tied, I couldn't grab them in time' I gasped. I was standing in the corridor completely naked and handcuffed, meanwhile Charles was still fully clothed. We heard footsteps and realised someone was about to come around the corner. We kept going down the corridor in the opposite direction, me walking in front of Charles so that the people behind us wouldn't see me. We turned the corner at the end of the corridor and then went into an empty classroom.. It was hard to pull it down and I said, "I'm afraid I'm notstrong enough to pull down your girdle. Can you help me?" Of course, my dear, it does require some strength," Amy said."It's a very pretty girdle," I said, "but it's just a wee bit too hardfor me to pull down."With Amy's help the girdle got past her butt and I helped it down to theground and then as she stepped out of it I handed it to her."Come, Blake," Amy said seductively.She smiled down at me and I looked up into her eyes and smiled.