Because of the men's friendship, she kept things very impersonal though she often fantasized about uninhibited sex alone with him. On her 40th birthda..., her husband was away. Consequently, it had been a long time since she had felt sexy or desired. Usually timid, she decided tonight she would be brave, but it would take a lot of alcohol. She wasn't sure how the proposition would go since he was happily married, and her husband wasn't involved, but she was sure it had to be him. After. That was six not seven, fucking six!” I shout at her. “Sorry!” Rita blubs as tears stream down her face. I sit back down and wait for her to stop crying. A couple of minutes later she gathers herself together and looks at me. “As you know, I won’t force you to do anything,” I remind her, allowing her a few seconds to say anything. “Get undressed now!” Without any hesitation Rita takes off the three items of clothing she is wearing. Just like last week she is prepared to get undressed. At last, her Master asked if she were going to repeat her explorations. Even then, miserable and ashamed, she knew. The Stirring would come over her again, and again, and again. She could resist it, for a time…but not forever. Likely, not even for long. She wilted under his stern gaze and, hiccupping, nodded meekly. Master Edwin took her to his bed that very night. Once his mind was made, the older Nobleman’s resolve was strong and his hand steady. Oh, it had been perfect. Even now it was. I could see myself becoming her quite easily. The next girl was a sixteen-year-old Afro-American girl with long black hair down to her waist. She was a very attractive girl, with average grades and a job at a beauty salon helping out where needed. The third girl was a Japanese student of tiny proportions, which wasn't too unusual since she was the youngest girl at eleven years old. She was the top student in her class and had skipped a grade to get to that class. A real "brain" and a.