’ ‘Good that means I’ll see the naked you,’ you came back with quickly and quietly so that the older couple on the next table wouldn’t hear....I had dressed carefully, but then I find that I nearly always do. I was wearing dark brown, leather trousers that, in all truthfulness, were a little tight for me and would have clearly had a visible panty line had I not been wearing the whispiest of thongs under it. I’d accompanied that with a tan colored, rather baggy, cotton blouse with a long pointed. I will have to skip much because there isn't time left.I was raised in Master's house. My mother, all the other women, and I never wore clothes. We did wear collars. My mother wore a blue collar. The other young girls and I wore white collars indicating we were not to be used.My first memory of meeting Master was when I was twelve. He nodded at me and said that he would not sell me! My mother and I left and she was in tears. She told me that he was going to sell some of the young girls. He had. Believe me now, she said?I lost my control and just pushed the last few inches in as she gasped hard and I started fucking slowly, pulling my length out until just the tip was in and then back in all the way and I would grind my cock into her when I was balls deep inside her.She started going crazy, clawing my back, and biting my ears as she asked me breathlessly where I had learned that, and I told her that I had been practicing with my girlfriend.She then wrapped her raised leg around me as. She used to tell us the most incredible stories. I found myself fantasizing about him…that’s why I wrote the letters. I didn’t think they would reach a real person…I’m so embarrassed.” “I have his name…I serve on the same ship he did…what are the odds?” John asked, smiling. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I loved reading your letters. I wrote you back. They’re all in there, in that packet. In the process of reading about you and writing to you, I fell in love with you. I know that’s a terribly.