"Relax, Tracy," I replied. "You're of age and I'm a great believer in your First Amendment Constitutional rights to read anything you want. I was just...teasing you. I read stories on that site too." I don't like people knowing my business, especially you. I was just curious and I picked a story at random," Tracy explained. "In fact, the first time I logged into the site was just five minutes before you barged into my room." Well, I might recommend you stay away from Jacking Off Joe's stories.. L. Marsh on Stark Street. Later in the morning, after I visited with Sarah onboard the Western Belle, we watched the Military Parade as it went down First Avenue. And, at lunch time we attended the Grand Picnic together at Canyon Gardens…’ ‘Was there a big crowd?’ ‘Yes, very much so. A passionate address was made there, with the King being proclaimed a skunk and England called to a fight. Then a long speech on how we have freedom and liberty in America and an invitation to those with heavy. The one proviso was that Tracey had to go down to the centre to collect the girls. It was only a few hundred yards away and Tracey made the trip twice a week returning with a dozen naked girls each time. A girl couldn't own another girl so Tracey was an unusual sight with her troupe of slaves behind her and she often felt uncomfortable about it, especially the girls nudity. Slaves were always kept naked, a power thing for their owners and a way of showing off their charms to a perspective. " I can see." I nod towards his erect penis. He looks down and then back to me. "He's happy too." Ugh, men. They can be little kids sometimes. I give Sebastian an upside down kiss before making my way to his feet and repeating the process on his ankles."Can you move?" I ask him. Sebastian tests the leather cuffs. The steel clasps don't give more than an inch of wiggle room."Nope." He answers, looking back to me."Good." I slide out of my skirt, revealing the black thong I'd bought this morning..