"He is so nice," I thought.We all sat down with a cocktail and chatted. I could not take my eyesoff him, he looked so good. I remember in the Institut...'s CD I listen toat night there was a class on how to pay attention to your date, makehim the center of your universe. Make him feel special and he will treatyou with love and affection. Well, it was working. The CD taught mewell. Steve was a dreamboat. What woman could ask for more of a man?Cathy went into the kitchen and we were all alone. I. On those occasions I would go out and lock the gate from my side. Then I would take as many pictures as I could of her on the ground. Of course I would lift her blouse or unbutton it and expose her tits too. I would search her pockets for her identification and photograph that too. I liked to know who they were and where they lived. Usually I put her back together and opened the gate again so that her friends could come back and retrieve her later.Some of the older women got a little different. . eventually clothing came off (the lodge was pretty warm). Most of our discussion was conducted wearing our lingerie, and eventually even that came off. Somehow our mutual interest had so quickly developed into friendship, then attraction (we all WERE very attractive ladies) and finally became LUST. Admiring strokes and caresses became kisses, then much more. We sampled each other in all possible ways, all possible combinations, everything you would think of . . . and probably more. I think it. Rather than a few guards and the handful of people I’d seen this morning, there were dozens of people and nearly a hundred brightly clad guards in attendance. This morning, the room had seemed dark, dreary, and somber. This evening it seemed well lit, festive, and gay.“Corporal Michael Miller of Lancaster,” the same old man announced. His deep, booming voice resonated through the room cutting off all whispered conversation mid-sentence as everyone turned to look at me. Suddenly quite nervous, I.