I lay there by the lone candle with my eyes shut. In stark silence I attempted sleep, but soon gave way and peered at the flickering wax once more. Ha... the barmaid below not told me her name? I could not think of it. I could only think of her glow, and thought surely the name must match her fair beauty. I had not seen such a sight in longer than I care to remember… These thoughts hurt, knowing myself to be a dark red beast compared to the likes of her. I no longer had the complexion for. Maybe that's what she wanted? Or was I too eager? I looked over at my boyfriend for reassurance. He must be seeing what I saw. When my eyes met his, he nodded, and rose to his feet. Ok ladies, he said, now that we are all together I wanted to take this opportunity to go over the rules and what I expect from my sluttly girls. First I am the king of this castle and what I say goes. I want your pussy kept bald and ready to fuck, or be licked. Steph, your clothes will be laid out each morning. “You have been such a gentleman all the time we’ve known each other. Maybe too much so. Never a mention of my sexual activity or any questions about my history. My feeling is that we cannot be completely close without going there so you understand all of me. Can you handle that?”I told her that I thought I could but had never done that with a previous partner. “Be gentle with me!” I said only half in jest. This was a bit scary. How would I react to hearing for a fact what I had only abstractly. But while Sue and I smiled at one another as we observed his humorous movements, what really caught our attention was the size and shape of the bulge in his borrowed trunks. It looked for all the world that he had one of those large curled German Bratwurst sausages tucked away down there. They say there’s little correlation between height and penis size, but in James’ case, he seemed to be the exception that proved the rule.Both Sue and I were careful not to stare, but as I looked across at.