I picked out a plain white shirt with some old ratty jeans and headed out. I had rented out a rundown Toyota for the duration for my stay. It was chea...p, okay? I had to drive out to the edge of town and meet up with Brian, a member of our dig team. We had altogether four people which included Brian who specialized in roman culture, Nancy in that of Egyptian heritage and Stuart our ever balding benevolent leader.As i arrived near the meet up spot, i saw Stuart’s RV and parked up next to it. Brian. "Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody could be looking down into the patio from the taller houses over there."Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and Jean smiled wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the way back into the house, her small but shapely ass swinging seductively from side to side. Lorena followed them, thinking that she couldn't have done better than to bring those two together, Jean was always talking about how she was just about insatiable,. That day marked the start of her slide into somewhere deeper, darker and colder than she had ever been before, both physically and mentally. In the small white room words were said that were blocked from Rhiana’s ears by the slave-box on her Levnet terminal, folded documents exchanged, and Rhiana was dressed once again in her long white robe. Slowly Mistress extended a hand, which Rhiana nervously took, and was led out of the slave-house and, for the first time since she was enslaved, into the. I was only wearing my old boxers, but it didn’t matter since the bar tender had seen me many times like that.However, when I opened the door, who I saw was really unexpected. It was Canelo.“Canelo! What are you doing here?” I said with obvious surprise.Although the lighting behind him made him look a little bit darker, I instantly recognized him. He was wearing a t-shirt, beach trunks, a pouch strapped around his hips and sandals. He was also holding two beers.He handed me one of the.