Everything was checked off and I unlocked the back door and backed my truck into place. With the shell top open and the tailgate down, I had plenty of...room and carefully loaded the bigger parts first. When I finished with those, I put everything else inside and closed up the truck. I closed and locked the roll-up door but left the back unlocked though closed. I pulled out carefully looking in all directions but I saw and heard nothing. I drove back to the farm, had supper, read and smoked, and. She wrote back that she already was in the bar. I walked in while texting, scanning the room to find her. I noticed a man at the bar counter receive a message and look around. I walked up and introduced myself. We ordered drinks and started chatting. I was again very nervous and a little disappointed he wasn't dressed. He explained that he had to be very careful. He was married and his wife did not know about his crossdressing. He was also too afraid to step out in public as Samantha. We. She seemed to be fixated on the carved penis sticking up from the statue. She was mezmerized by the detail of it. There was something about it she couldn't resist, she just had to touch it. As her hand wrapped around the shaft, it felt just as she had thought. It was cold and solild, like the marble it appeared to be made out of. Julia still couldn't explain how the statue had gotten there and wasn't sure she cared. Holding on to the carved member of the statue caused a surge of desire. You cough that's when I see you dimly lit, alone as the men took all the younger women. You wear a big dress but the corseted upper shows off your figure. Normally I am not interested in the captured women. But you caught my eye. Your hair a mess and your clothes torn. I approach you briskly still carrying the sceptre but rather than cower. You look up at me and smile. Not knowing how to react I pick you up by your sides and place you on the table. I study you further and my humours stir. Its.