And then of course there was the fact that she did not want to move.She could lie here forever, she thought drowsily.Lie here and simply watch him as ...e slept; his dark hair and his strong jaw line. He was powerfully built too, but not over the top muscular. He was fit and strong, but lithe and agile with it.He was classically handsome – a target for most females, be they single or claimed. He would always be attractive to other women.But he was hers, now.She smiled as she thought of his last. Then she realized it was getting dark outside. The sun was low on the horizon and sinking fast. She stared helplessly up to the window as the dim daylight became a dark night. Then the only light came from the space heater coils, a dim, sinister red glow that gave her no mental comfort even as it kept her body alive. As she sat, not tired at all, she began to remember. She had been awake, at least for part of it. She remembered being carried. She’d already been naked. There were three of. Her skirt had flipped up and showed her white skin-tight shorts, but through those were her exposing pink French knickers that were visible riding inside her ass crack. His eyes focused on her butt, he saw Anna look at him as she brushed her skirt down again. Horn didn’t notice that Anna could see his bollocks through the gap in his shorts as he sat on the bench. – “huuuumm” Anna thought feeling weak in the moment.The game came to a close, and Anna’s team lost. Instinct started to strike her. I put on an impressed face, part of which was genuine. In return I received what I could tell was a favorable glint in her eyes from seeing it in the orbs of so many other women her age in the past. I could have flashed a toothy grinned right there and then: she was a posh slut. My favorite type of woman to sell. After years of practice at wooing women – younger women like her especially – I had learned the various different approaches a man could take to gain access to ski the pink slope, and.