We sat down and talked a lot. About ordinary things and other stuff. After a while he began talking about how he wanted to make the pictures. He took ...is equipment and instructed me in which position I had to stand. I still had my clothes on but after a while he asked me if I could take of my shirt, and then my shoes, trousers, socks, untill I was standing in my underwear (gray boxershort). Eventually he asked me to remove the boxershort; there I stood naked. I was pretty turned on as he were,. Her perfume has a lovely scent. I want to tell how beautiful she is, but I cannot. I am a slave and cannot speak without permission. At present I am kneeling in the presentation room. I am naked. My knees are open wide and my private parts are visible to anyone who wants to see them. My hands are locked behind my head and my eyes are down. I have an iron ring locked around my neck. The seller and the woman are standing only inches from me. They are talking about me as if I am not there. I am. Is that what happened with me?" What?" Oh come on Mum. I look like you but I don’t look like Dad and I have a built-in tan, unlike either of you. He’s a good dad and I love the old coot to bits, but who was my sperm donor?"Diane’s face went pale and for a second she closed her eyes."Let me guess," he said. "A guy with a uniform and a big cock? Irresistible was he? So Dad went along with it, but drew a line." What do you mean?" Mum stop playing me. It’s not working." He got up and carefully. “Well, I finished with a Masters degree and landed a job at Noble and Noble, the law firm. I’ve been there ever since graduation.““That’s awesome. Congratulations.““Thank you. And yourself, Jim… what have you been up to?”I took a deep breath, considering what to reveal. Do I tell her that I indulge myself in the wild side of life? Or should I keep that little tidbit to myself?When we’d dated, Gail was very straight, almost reserved. Okay, eventually we played around and even had sex a few.