When it was finally time to leave,hours had passed unnoticed.My anticipation grew unbearable on the drive home, and I could barelykeep my eyes on the ...oad. After torturous minutes we finally arrived, andwhen the door closed behind us I turned and locked my lips against his,tongues reaching, bodies pressed together, hands caressing every curve,every contour, grasping and kneading."You ready for the rest of your wish?" I said when we finally pulledfree. He'd barely started to nod when I reached. Several of the men were swapping training secrets, wondering when the bidding would start and what the surprise for the evening would be.These meetings happened once a year - once a year, over two hundred of the top Masters displayed their best slaves, trained for months at a time, and sent them off to the highest bidder. Although there were a lot of more casual auctions during the course of the year, this one was the biggest and only the best Masters were invited to come. This year was going. The way you hold my face as you kiss me makes me cry (it always does.)We curl up together under the monsoon rain. We wriggle round so that our mounds are pressed together. Our hands clasp and pull, and the rhythm begins. Our bodies know how to take it from here. And we rock in a gentle rhythm."So, any plans for the weekend?" you say as if I was at the hairdresser's.Tribbing and giggling at the same time, it can be done. Now it's time for fresh air, a walk in the park, and then lunch somewhere. Only the songbirds in the hedgerows and the rabbits in the meadows she cut across witnessed Jennifer’s walk into slavery. She sat for some time by a little stile restoring her composure. It seemed almost grotesque to surrender her freedom on such a lovely summer’s morn. There was still a spark of rebellion in her that urged her to turn aside at the stile and walk away. Walk away from Mathomdale, from Mathom Hall, its Mistress and into an unforeseeable future. But she didn’t. She had passed too.