You didn’t deny that you wanted to serve me so I’m going to take that as saying you do.? She stood in front of me for what seemed like forever not...saying another word.?Yeah, if you weren’t Sara’s niece I would gladly be your slave, because I am actually more of a slave than a sub. But, you are her niece and that makes a big difference.?After another couple minutes she finally broke the silence. ?Here’s the deal then. Since you want to be a slave rather than a sub, I will make you my slave. That. The others were taking pictures fit to burst and then I let him feel the top of my boobs and my chest. The basque was far too tight for him to get a hand down the front, but he tried – of course!Once again I danced around a little for the guys to take shots, then I sat on the floor, leant back and lay down, while I opened my legs so they could get some great shots of my panty gusset. I kept my eyes on Michael and Gareth, as they hadn’t had a ‘treat’ yet. They were looking hungry. Hungry for me.. They pulled her away from the treeand undid all the buttons on her uniform shirt and thenunclasped her bra, lifting it clear of her breasts. Allthe time she protested, then someone un-hooked and un-zipped her skirt at the back pulled it down to the sand,her underskirt followed swiftly after.What a nightmare, there she was, standing in her tightsand panties, cuffed to a tree, bare assed, with only ashirt shoved up covering her shoulders and four virileyoung hoodlums surrounding her.They paused. No shame, no apologies, no explanations, and no clothing. From day one, she’d turned heads in the bath, even heads of ladies who’d seen hundreds of other naked bodies. That she was different caught their attention, that she was proud earned their respect. Even those who did not find her attractive admired her confidence in accepting who she was, but many did find her attractive as well. It had not been easy for Elizabeth at first. From that very first visit to the baths, she recognized once.