The young Princess named Sandra could see that it had been a long time for all of us by the size of the swollen nuts that lay exposed before her.None ...of us wore clothing. None of the males in the room wore anything at all. All five of us stood naked and bound before her. Worse of all, we stood facing her, our restraints preventing us from turning away or covering our modesty. We were forced to face her head-on while she remained free to look for as long as she wanted.Princess Sandra failed to. The gentleman, on his entering the room, made me a very civil bow, which I had scarce strength, or presence of mind enough to return a curtsey to; when the landlady, taking upon her to do all the honours of the first interview (for I had never, that I remember, seen the gentleman before), sets a chair for him, another for herself. All this while not a word on either side; a stupid stare was all the face I could put on this strange visit.The tea was made, and the landlady, unwilling, I suppose,. Whoever it was had left the path about halfway in.As I was getting closer to the spot where I thought the person had left the path, I heard a quiet scream, more like a loud whimper. Five seconds later I heard another and decided to investigate what was happening. I left the path and started heading in the direction of the noise. I could hear some crying. Just as I got close the crying seemed to stop. I kept going and only 4 more steps and I was at the source. When I looked down, I was horrified. She had a well defined pear shape and was wearing nothing but a stark black bra and panties. A long mane of raven black hair with highlights hung low at her shoulders... but that wasn't what interested me ...... it was that ass....what an ass it was ... Massive, smooth and abnormally round sitting at one of the most defined small waists I'd ever seen. That black thong was barely visible ... I began to drool at the prospect of running my aching, throbbing cock up and down that phat, luscious mad.