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Wow. So where are we?"
    "We're heading to Hampshire. The New Forest is an ancient hunting ground and I've rented a small cabin in a very selective area."
    "Ha, only in England is something really old considered "new", right?"
    I settled back in the chair, and gazed out of the window, relaxing at last.
     

Chapter Six - Jas
     
     
    Getting into the vacation complex was like trying to gain access to the Pentagon. Once we were through the bizarre outer building, and all of Andrew's ID was verified and his booking details confirmed, we were ushered into a second building where the "rules" were laid down.
    What the actual ever-living fuck? Rules?
    Turned out, this was no ordinary private and exclusive resort. Nope. This was for "the more discerning holidaymaker" which I gathered was British code for basically "sex camp."
    We signed documents saying we wouldn't take photos or make recordings, read a list of guidelines and rules about appropriate conduct, and were advised to sit on a towel if we preferred to go naked. Oh, and if we were to eat in the rather fine restaurant, we ought to dress for it.
    I wanted to giggle but Andrew's serious face made me hold it in until we were finally alone in a sweet little wooden cabin, and then I began to howl with laughter. He grinned at me, and grabbed me around the waist, spinning me until my laughs turned to breathless gasps for air.
    "This weekend, you are mine."
    "Yes. Sir, " I added, meaningfully.
    He put me down and let my balance come back. "Now, I've got something I want you to wear. You go through and put it on, and I'll prepare a sandwich."
    He went over to our cases and handed me a package wrapped in tissue paper. I took it, scowling and smiling at the same time. He knew why I was conflicted, and he just patted my ass and sent me toward the bedroom.
    I bridled at that, but kept my mouth shut. For the moment.
    The bedroom was sumptuously furnished, and for a very clear purpose. I couldn't imagine any other vacation getaway having anchor points on the foot of the wooden bed, and a couple chairs by the table that had ankle restraints. I couldn't take photos of the other visitors but I took a few snaps of this room - hell, who wouldn't?
    I guess I was expecting something tacky when I opened the package - all my previous partners had been woefully unsuccessful in buying me clothes - but I was surprised. The light tissue paper parted to reveal a gauzy white thing - like a dress, in a way, but with thin satin shoulder straps. It would show whatever was below it, so I couldn't wear anything underneath. I neatly folded my clothes on the bed and slipped into the garment. In spite of appearing floaty and light, it actually hugged my body pretty closely, skimming over my hips and breasts. It came to my ankles, which should have made it feel kinda chaste, but the way my hardening nipples poked through the fabric so obviously made me feel completely and totally wanton.
    Barefoot, I padded back through to the main living space. There was a small kitchen area at one end, two low couches, and a wood burning stove along one wall. The day was warm but I hoped the evening would fall cool so that we could light it and snuggle in front of it.
    One glance at Andrew's face told me that "snuggling" was way, way far from his thoughts. He let his gaze track from my feet, up over my body, to my face, and he smiled with a hunger born of lust.
    "You look like some sensual wood nymph, stepping out of fairyland to seduce and charm me," he said.
    "I kinda hoped you'd be the one doing the seducing."
    "Seduction? Better than that," he said. "I have a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. Care to join me?"
    "You tempter, you. Yes, please."
    My God, but eating that sandwich was tense. We sat on the two couches, set at an angle to one another, and we watched each other like hawks. I wanted to eat quickly. Every movement I made sent the slippery fabric rustling over my body and reminded me of my almost-nakedness. But