Then he just zipped his pants, took me into a freezing room, In the corner was a cage. It was so small I barely fit on my knees. He left my ankles tie..., but re-tied my hands to the cage bars..in perfect doggy style position. My ass was up against the back side of the cage, and my face pressed against the front. All along I kept thinking this isn't real, this isn't real. My mind wouldn't accept it.Before he left, Gary brought his laptop for me to see. It was logged into my email account. There. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and. "Got some good pics to prove it. I'll make lunch. Jim needs a shower. Andy, could you take him down to the gym shower. He needs to do some work with a razor." Ah, you've come across Dad's obsession with clean pictures," Andy said as we headed for the stairs. "He hates pubic hair getting in the way of a good shot. Come on then. Mum and Mark should have finished their workout by now. Plenty of space in the gym shower room."We went downstairs to the cellar where I was amazed at the sophisticated. They ran to Estralita and hugged her before standing back expectantly, all with curious expressions on their small faces. Estralita spoke to them for several minutes, explaining to them in Spanish, what else, that I was Senor Andrew Cameron, who had come all the way from Australia to learn more about flamenco dance and maybe even learn how to dance flamenco. She also explained that I would have problems because I had two left feet. This brought an astonished look on the girls’ faces until they.