I had never seen him so clean or his uniform so neatly brushed.We mounted up right after breakfast, while the fires were still smoking and the ground ...fog lay thick in the woods. Foster adjusted the stirrups for the woman who tested them by posting, smiling at me as she did, her strong legs outlined by the breeze. My member tingled when her gray eyes met mine, and I felt like a shy schoolboy back in Fredericktown looking on the older girls with not-so-innocent longing. My feelings about her. "Ah you've awakened!" she smiles, "My name is of no importance to you."I'm shocked, to say the least. How did she know what I was thinking!?"I'm sure by now you realize; I'm no ordinary being."I gulp, "Y-yes, but then what are you?"Her smile returns as she approaches me and whispers in my ear, "I'm both your captor and your most craved desire."I feel her lick my cheek as she approaches, her tongue like velvet. I shiver, my pussy flooding as an uncontrollable moan escapes my lips. It's then, in. As the girls quieted in the pitch dark living room, one of the guys raised his voice, “Very funny, Milek, you went to the toilet five minutes ago, everyone knows it was you playing with the lights.” A reply came from another dark corner of the room,“What are you talking about, mate? I’m right here.” Another chorus of screams and laughter followed. Maybe more screams than laughter this time. That made me stop in my tracks for a second. I was just about to reach for the door handle, which was. Romanova. "What's all the noise?" sheasked. "Why all the commotion?" she walked towards Karl, "Are you theperson who caused all this commotion and noise?"Karl was blushing and was lost for words. The boxes he bought in haddropped to the floor."He's a peeping tom," a ballerina said."Trying to spy on us," said another."He's a pervert...!" added another."I'm... I'm..." stuttered Karl."He has to be punished," yet another ballerina offered."Lara's out with a sprained ankle Ms. Romanova. Perhaps he.