So, I am in between as you might say.”My mind ran in circles for several moments as I debated whether to ask her to go to dinner with me or not. Ci...dy became somewhat unsettled with my silence, and then spoke up somewhat hesitantly. “Todd, I have seen you mull things over before. Trust your instinct and go for it,” she urged.I stared at her for another moment or two and then shrugged. “Hey Cindy, want to have dinner with me tonight?” I responded trying to sound casual. “I’d love to, but I. I’ve got it, you must know that rotten bastard of an ex-boyfriend of mine David, that’s it huh?’ ‘(A), I have no idea who Dave is, and (B), look at this,’ I said as I handed her my computer doctored picture. ‘OOH MY GOD, where did you get this, that frigging David must have taken it when I was asleep or something.’ ‘I promise you I don’t know your David and I assure you I took that picture myself.’ ‘That’s impossible, I don’t really even know you.’ ‘Ooh but you do, I’ve held your naked body in. Mickey pushed me from behind, so that I stumbled over to where Tony sat on the couch. Then Mickey pushed me down to my knees in front of Tony. Tony spoke to my husband as he began unbuttoning my blouse.“Jerry, you’re lucky to be alive…you get that, right?”Jerry nodded his head and kept his eyes on the floor. Tony had finished unbuttoning my blouse, and reached into my bra, pulling out both of my breasts so that they swung freely in front of me. He began kneading my tits, and lightly slapping. Care about them, most certainly. However, to rip them away to the life of a slave was not my idea of a 'fun' time, regardless of age, and these two had not even had such a chance yet.All the excuses one could make were running through my mind; that they had a 'shit' life already, that French laws were different as to consensual sex and I was more than willing to have them be a part of my life, with Marcia's help. There was an over-riding issue about this. I believed it, slavery to be wrong. We,.