I was at a great viewing angle. I could see the whole thing unfolding before my eyes. As stated before, I was commando, so no underwear on just a pair...of baggy painters jeans. I had loosened my pants some more to get to my swelling cock. I needed some relief watching this show unfold before my very eyes. As I was kneeling there stroking my cock I felt a hand run up my butt up under my t-shirt across my back. I turned to look over my shoulder to see who was petting me. A younger guy maybe mid. And I remember some of the things the counselor said. He told me that, in the heat of the moment, you might do some stuff that you wouldn't ­otherwise do. Panic sets in, fight or flight; you do what you have to do to survive. And you have to be able to understand that afterwards, to forgive yourself for what you had to do." It's not the—" I started."Yes, it's the same," he interrupted me. "Estrada was Estrada. He was a stone killer. Give him the same choice, he'd have made it without. I left them to their own devices and went to wash up. Before I made it into the main room, Miss Lori informed me that Lady Megan's clothes were in transit and that I had a few messages waiting for me. I thanked her and sat in front of the fire to open up my letters. They were all the same. Each of them contained congratulations on my win and two gold to pay off their debt. I found it strange that the debt was not paid in person but attributed it to cultural differences.I found a book that Megan. The fact that we were all naked didn’t faze her in the least; this was obviously nothing new to her. “I thought you might like a little snack,” she said. She looked as lovely as ever, and all three of us turned in her direction. She was wearing a black bikini with a skimpy top and a lacy see-thru blouse. Rachel was the first to say what we were all thinking. “You can join us if you like.” “Oh, that’s so sweet of you,” she replied. “It’s been a long day.” With that, she slipped off the.