It was now two days after the closet scene, that I got up about six in the morning, and leaving my bedfellow fast asleep, stole down, with no other th...ught than of taking a little fresh air in a small garden, which our back parlour opened into, and from which my confinement debarred me, at the times company came to my house; but now sleep and silence reigned all over it.I opened the parlour door, and well surprised was I at seeing, by the side of a fire half-out, a young gentleman in the old. He pulled out and had her get on all fours and started fucking her from behind. This is her favorite position and soon she is pushing back to get him in deeper and she starts moaning loud and tells him she is ready to cum and he pushes in deep and holds it until she started her orgasm. As she started cumming he pulled out and she sprayed him with her cum and was shaking and moaning. He moved up as she was still in the throes of an intense orgasm and put his cock against her asshole. She was. My new life as a slave.* * *Photograph 11The setting is murky, but it appears to be some kind of stage. There isdrapery in the background, indirect lighting. I'm standing on a smallplatform wearing what can best be described as a kind of harem outfit. Ashort diaphanous wrap-around skirt, more like a veil really, of a verythin purple material decorated with glitter dust. My belly is bare,showing off my navel piercing. A tiny bra of a slightly more opaquematerial covers my titties. Yes, I. No, it was just my imagination. Or was it?I got up from the table, trying to hide my erection. We said goodbye and headed to our table. When we sat down Victoria snickered, "So did you enjoy our time in the bar? You seemed to be somewhat 'taken' by those ladies."I blushed and managed a somewhat sheepish smile. "You caught me."She laughed and replied, "That's OK honey. I thought they were very nice and attractive too. And I've always told you it's OK to look. Besides I know it's every.