When I reached him I was standing in only my heels and lingerie, a black satin bra and lace panties. The moon gave off enough light to see that he ap...preciated what I left on. As I reached him he reached for my shoulders and slid a finger under each bra strap, lowering them off my shoulders. Looking into his eyes I could see the power of his feelings and knew he was running on the same fuel as I. My hands reached for his belt as he pushed the bra straps down my arms and reached behind releasing. He was instantly reminded of his old high school lockerroom. There were two rows of gray colored lockers and a communal showerwith 8 separate heads. Ross told Mark to pull his shirt off and hand itto him. The 5 year old was already wearing his trunks."Okay, son," Ross said. "See those showers over there? I want you to goturn one on and rinse off real quick." Okay, Daddy," the boy said and ran over to the shower area.Ross sat down on the bench in front of on of the locker rows. When heheard the. .until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave traders. She gave me no reason, and only one day notice. The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from. They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the gladdest person, but I served them as best as I could. They. I would be very grateful if you could confirm or deny whether you are her adoptive parents, and if you are, if you could inform her she has a brother and give her my address. Of course, if she doesn’t wish to contact me, I will understand and trouble you no further.Yours hopefullyPeter BensonJust over a week later, I got a fax from Peter, saying that the letter had been delivered and signed for, but it was unlikely he’d get a reply in he foreseeable future. He would notify me of any.