He stands and moves deliberately into the light, never taking his eyes off me. I see him clearly for the first time. He is tall and powerfully built. ...he muscles in his thighs bulge as he moves towards me and I see that his lower legs are encased in soft calf skin boots. His damp shirt is open to his waist, the light dusting of dark hair covering his chest just visible. His face is strong, well defined, yet not classically handsome. He is a stranger, but I know him. He continues to stare at. Through my tears Iwatched Master leave the room leaving us both a sobbing mess!It seemed we waited a long time after he left, in fact Penny and I werebeginning to writhe and moan in our tight bondage. Yes it was verytight, I had learnt from experience that Master liked his slaves boundvery tightly! We both started at the sound of voices and I saw Pennyshiver, she knew she was going to be used and abused by multiple guestsas would I."Wow so these are your new sluts...." a gruff voice. It had to be generally east and uphill; anywhere else and I'd run into one neighbor or another's property, which didn't appeal to me. But that still left a quarter of the compass, and there were lots of options. There wasn't anything much resembling a trail, but I was at enough altitude that undergrowth was relatively sparse and it was comparatively simple to pick my way through the trees.Within minutes I was out of sight of both my cabin and all of civilization, completely immersed in my. “I know you’ll enjoy it. Please welcome Miss Mitzy!” There was a drum-roll. Em looked at her companion and said to him, “I’ll bet you the next drink Miss Mitzy’s a stripper.” “Looks like it,” he said. His name was Tom, that’s all Em remembered. They’d probably exchange business cards at a hurried pre-flight breakfast tomorrow morning. Just Tom was fine for tonight. “Will that embarrass you? We can go now if you like.” Em smiled at him. “No. Let’s stay. I don’t mind a strip show now and.