From the hall, the stairs led to a half landing and then turned back on themselves to the landing on the top floor. There was also a very small flight...of three steps to the left which led to a large bedroom off the half landing. This room also had once had a dressing room off it. The dressing room had now been divided in two. One half, which had a window on the back wall of the house, had been made into an en-suite with a toilet, hand basin and shower. The other half now had a door from the. After a good half mile, I found another drop in the ground; however, this one was not as severe. Yet instead of grass on the bottom, I saw pavement that led to what appeared to be the center of a town. I lowered myself as far I could, and then leapt from the grass wall. I walked toward the buildings this time, and to my surprise, I came upon a group of guards in red and black uniforms marching back and forth. "HALT!" exclaimed one them, "Where do your travels end?" You want to know where I'm. And like so much of what Freud said, this is SUCH a crock of shit. I have known too many straight men disturbingly enamored of their own cocks; and, frankly, during those days with Adam I was far less fascinated with my own genitalia than with his. I don't understand men, straight or gay or somewhere in between, who are only concerned with the satisfaction of their own desires. What a turn-on it is to make someone else helpless with pleasure! I was never harder with Adam than when his cock was. “over the next three days you will be our slaves. Our sluts. You will suck cock and eat pussy and you will like it like the whores you are. On Friday night, we will announce who is the biggest slut. And who is not, and trust me, you do not want to be the worst slut.” With that, the rest of them let out a bit of a giggle. While she talked, I could feel my pussy juices leaking down my leg, I couldn’t remember the last time I was this horny. Was I a slut? My thoughts were interrupted as Cassey.