The things that are going over in my mind...all those lostconversations when I told you I would not be afraid, that I would do allthe things I had pro...ised, that we could find a place to get lost...andhere, now, you are stealing me away from my life and I am afraid. Not ofyou, but of myself. My own dreams, urges, sensations...what I am cominghome to, IF I am coming home. I can't help it - in a fever of emotion, Icry. You have a car waiting, of course, sitting in the street behind myhouse,. A slave to her own seduction. She owns flesh. Their flesh. All her girls. They belong to her. Even Zynab, in a way, belongs to her. God. If only she did.Francesca is close too. She knows she shouldn’t be. She surely must know that she shouldn’t be. This can’t happen. Not to her. Not like this. It was never like this in Romania. She squirms and bucks and pants and moans. Her orgasm is ripe to explode within her. Raped. Sold. Humiliated. Foot fucked. And yet she’s going to. "Mr. Jason has decreed that you are to remain nude while in residence, miss." Nude?" Yes, miss." Really?" Yes, miss. I am quite sure of his instructions on the matter, but if you doubt my word I could have him tell you."I... ahh well no, I don't doubt your word. It's just that... You're sure?" Positive, miss."Nude while in residence, huh? Well, I can't say that it was all that surprising. After all it was no secret that Jason was quite determined that I become an exhibitionist. Hell, our first. Brad arched back a little, then gave up and let his body hang loose as Rocko continued to spank him. A breeze came through the trees, over the blades of grass, touched the hair on my thighs, my crotch, and my ass. It went right through the thin, white cotton to my skin and I knew it was no protection against a spanking like the one Brad was getting, like I would be getting. The elastic somehow felt tighter around my waist and just above my thighs. I felt like I wasn’t wearing anything at all..