"I apologize for the brightness," she said. "Most people don't realize how much illumination is required to obtain a clear picture. Let's begin." Why ...re you filming me?" I asked. "What is this?" I'll ask the questions," she said. "For the record, what is your full name?" Benjamin Rutherford Fairchild." And your current employer?" Saul," I said, "err ... Sunnyside Pool Cleaning." Your sexual orientation?" I ... what?" The question caught me off-guard."Do you like boys or girls?" I'm. Wear that sexy red mini dress you have, you know the one with the low cut back and spaghetti straps. I love the way it hugs you in all the right places! Also, I want you to wear your sexiest shoes and wear your hair in a ponytail. And one more thing - no underwear!" No underwear, Master?" she said, startled at my request."That's right, pet. I don't want you to wear a bra or panties tonight." All right, Master... if that is your wish," she said, uncertain about this new turn of events. But she. The cook entered the room with Becky in tow behind her. For some unknown reason, she had the young girl on a collar and short chain like a dog being paraded for admiration from an admiring audience.Sir Hugh made no bones about walking up and grabbing Becky’s firm bottom in his greedy hands stained with butter from the biscuits. She gave no indication of any reaction to the degrading motion and kept her eyes front and center in a manner young commoners were trained to do when approached by their. The west side had smaller rooms that were designed for couples or threesomes. The north side of the building was a giant conference center. This could be rented out to people who weren’t part of the club and actually made quite a bit of money for the owners. It was also set up for sound and light so a number of local porn producers would use it.The now abandoned wife was looking around a little wild eyed and focused on the bar. She made a beeline for it, sat down next to me, and ordered a glass.