I found his house ok. I nervously walked up to the front door and knocked. A good looking guy just a bit older than myself answered. He invited me in ...and handed me a glass of wine. “Here, this might help your nerves” he said. I was grateful for that as I was quite nervous. I had many feelings at this point. Nervous, scared, aroused,... But I think that’s what made it so exciting. We small chat for a bit. Finally after 15 minutes or so he asked if it would be alright if he got undressed. So we. Some.”He still couldn’t meet my eye.“So what do you want to do?” I heard myself asking.He looked up, glanced around to see that no one was nearby, and said quietly, “Can I suck your dick?”The directness of the question took me by surprise, and for a second I couldn’t answer.“Where? Here?”“There’s nobody around,” he said, which was true. Considering it was a three-day weekend, the campground was far from crowded. “Besides, it was a good enough place for you and your friend yesterday.’’“Actually,. "His name is Ben and he is just a friend."I should have let it go at that but I couldn't stop myself.I said, "Just a friend? So does that mean Ben isn't fucking you yet?"Abby looked at me and I could see the anger in her eyes.She said, "You bastard. Don't you ever talk to me that way again. I thought you were going to let me move on with my life but if you are going to be this way I guess I'll have to move somewhere else and then I will file for divorce."I didn't want her to do either of those. "It doesn't take too much imagination to make this into a slave market. Put a poor Mycenaean slave girl chained against that pillar in the middle of this arena; the slave seller standing on this podium; the buyers ranged on seats above the perimeter wall; other slave girls brought out from the cells beneath the seating and paraded around in front of the buyers." Well it's plausible to me as a layman. I couldn't say what an academic would make of it." Nor me," Bethany giggled. "But the folks at.