“Yes, I’m sorry.”I wasn’t sure if this was a repeat of the apology for kissing me, or for possibly looking into my bedroom.For some reason, I ...ushed the door open a bit more, and saw her lying on her bed. “You don’t have to keep saying sorry for kissing me, I understand why it happened, it’s all ok.”“I didn’t mean that, I meant just now.”“Oh!” I hesitated, “I wondered if you’d seen me. Amy, I should be apologising to you!”“Come here, talk to me… I’ve sobered up, I won’t leap on you, I just. Panties were a garment left in my chest of drawers. Sundresses with nothing else on were my attire when the weather deemed it worthy. I say discrete because there is nothing brash about it. Onlookers have to gaze twice to see if I was showing what they thought – only to go away with doubt, since the moment had literally flashed by. Truckers are my best targets. I don’t tease them outright. I make them gaze long enough to make sure they see what they were hoping was really happening. Skirt. He hand a hand on my lower back, he licked and started to finger my ass a little. He was going to be fun, he was sucking on my balls too, I directed him to finger a little deeper and where my prostate was. He was so amazing, his exploration was very intimate for me. He had such care in his touch and he wanted to please.He asked, 'do you ever use like a toy to masturbate?'I replied, 'of course, (then jokingly) don't you?''Show me. Do it like I wasn't here,' he said. He had a tone to his voice. “Tomorrow morning you must get up at 5 in the morning and report to me, if you fail you will be punished” said master and went to bed.As I walked into the cellar I sniffed the stench smell of the beer barrels. I tried my best to make a bed with a brown sac and set an alarm in a clock. The cellar was better than my cage and I sighed. I squatted over the pan and emptied my urine into it. Then I lay down on the sac and dozed off thinking about by better life. During my sleep I got up several times.