Placing the pictures on the bed beside the box, I picked up the satin panties revealing the anal plug and vibrater from the pictures. Having a monster...panty fetish, I brought the satin panties to my nose, smelling the sweet odor of my wife’s sister I couldn't help myself, I opened my mouth and tasted the spot were her shaved pussy had been.I was so hard by this time I had to do something. Looking at the pictures I had spread out on the bed, I started slowly stroking my hard on. I had fantasized. I wanted to believe that he loved me, or in time that would he learn to love me.... I loved him, or I thought that I loved him... he never loved me... I was merely convenient... I can't believe that I cut my hair short for him, that stupid pixie cut?I hate my hair short and I hated that haircut, I looked like a boy. There I go again making excuses...I did it because he was so handsome, and not just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted him and the things that his money could buy...I. All of them were naked and several showed the signs of whips having been used to educate them in what their new station in life would entail. All of them were bunched together under the watchful eye of armed guards and spectators. Thankfully the day was still early and the heat of the sun was not at its pinnacle.Lord Robert inspected the new slaves from a dais that stood on the edge of the quay and backed onto a central avenue that led up from the port and into the city proper. He was a large. Both of you... that is if you'll take me after I was so foolish."Jan explained briefly what had happened with Tim."Foolish? No, Jan, you were doing what you thought was right. We could never fault you for that," he replied."But you are being foolish for thinking for one second that we wouldn't welcome you with open arms," added Sheila.They hugged again, then sat down while Jan filled them in on the details. After she had finished, Michael looked to Sheila."Sounds like she needs a place to.