“And why not?” I ask, although I believe I already know the answer.She folds a forearm across the plains of her breasts and uses her other arm to ...point toward her crude bindings.“Those are mine. They are a mark of my servitude to the King,” she explains before her turning her gaze toward the dress in my hand, “To wear such finery would be... heresy.”“You are my servant now, are you not?” I ask forcefully, before softening my voice and adding, “You are my friend, are you not?”Gobsmacked, she. The motion carried, fifty-three to zero. I didn’t vote. Everyone headed to the house, and the tour. Mr. Hubert caught up with me. ‘Mr. Driver, you’re bound to have difficulty bringing water to the surface from that well. The pump has been shut down for three months, the gaskets are probably dried out, and the belts are worn. Once the electricity is turned on, I’ll give you a hand, but you may need to call a well repair man.’ The group was already in the house. ‘Thank you, Mr. Hubert. I hope we. It was after drinks, on the road back to her place, I had my hand on her thigh, just below her seriously short jean skirt and she put her head on my shoulder and was kissing and licking my neck as I drove us back to her place. At the stoplight, I reached out to pull her closer and accidentally put my hand on her firm tit and she let out a little gasp and a "yes" fell softly from her lips. I found a spot to pull over at and got both hands on her tits and we made out like teens until her phone. I wasn't nervous about being naked in front of basically a stranger, it was just another step in submitting to being treated like livestock. I took off my top and jeans, then unhooked my bra and removed it and took off my panties. Once I was totally naked he told me to climb up on the rack, which I did.I was on my hands and knees. There was a pole with a little shelf on it at the front of the rack. He told me to place my chin on the shelf. I did and he took a chain that was attached to one side.