I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time. We lived in a really nice house in a rather secluded area. There was a pool that was part of the back patio. ...One of the doors off the patio went into a changing room with showers. I had one of my girlfriends over for an overnight and we were going to swim in the afternoon. I made sure that Tommy could hear me when I told her in a rather loud stage whisper that if anyone was around she really should change in the shower stall with the curtain drawn. "There is a house in the village that is empty. The owner passed away, and his son has not arrived yet to claim it. It has been empty now for several months. You are welcome to stay there tonight, and continue your journey tomorrow. Perhaps the weather will be better then," he told us."All right. Thank you. How much do we owe you for the work on the horses?" I asked."No. No. I could not accept any money," he told us sincerely. "My children are very dear to me, and I was afraid that I would lose. They looked at me and made a comment about my outfit change. I smiled as a knot formed in my stomach. "You need help with that bag?" one of them asked."Yes, please," I said with an innocent smile. They picked up the suitcase and we waited for the elevator. This time when they chatted me up, I responded nervously to all their questions. We took the elevator up as they stood right next to me, shoulder to shoulder. We walked out of the elevator with me leading the way. I could feel them checking. What are you going to do about it, big boy?” Ruby grinned, her forked tongue flicking from her lips to tickle my chin. I wrapped my hand around her throat, and squeezed until she squeaked. “Don’t forget your place, slave!”“Not your slave.” Ruby croaked, making my hand fall from her with just a caress of her fingers. Her brown eyes twinkled with amusement, not in the least threatened by me. “Don’t forget your place, orc. You’re not my lover; you’re my dinner. Are you really fucking me, or have.