Uh... I was looking for... the wine cellar," Ryan stuttered and began to back out of the room."No problem," the woman said. "You can join us if you li...e." Uh... no thanks... uh... I have to get some wine."Ryan quickly exited and went across the hall and opened another door. He almost sighed in relief when he saw wooden stairs leading to the basement. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself.. She clutched the pendant that hung around her neck, praying to be spared. * * * * * * * * The sun once more took it’s place in the sky, driving back the dreadful night. Kawabe awoke, rested and full of life. He dressed lightly, for it was a hot day even in the early hours. The sun seemed to smile down upon that protected land, it’s warm rays flowing through all and chasing out the cold night. Passing out into the fields He made his way down to where the workers tended the rice beds, greeting. The night took another direction. "Come on honey. Stop staring at me like you’ve never seen me before. Come on. Let’s get the rest of these presents inside." The day was a huge success. By 7 o’clock, the house had emptied of people except for Barbie, Debby, and me. We decided to do a quick cleanup before we called it a night. Debby tackled the kitchen while Barbie and I tackled the living room that was strewn with gift wrapping paper and boxes. Debby had the easier task because all she had to. How did I get the way I am now? Well, for one thing, Liz introduced me to a nude beach for people who loved to fuck in public. That was before we got married. By the time we moved from that town, I was a confirmed nudist and exhibitionist, and we'd even swapped partners with a few of the other visitors at the beach. In a less than a month, the number of women I'd fucked grew from three to six. I used to think that was a lot, but now I fuck at least that many women in a single weekend here at.