He watches them, curiously. He says not a word. It isn't his place. He is here to guard those inside and to do as he's told. The black hood he wears shows his position within the group. The leather straps come over his broad shoulders and cross his broad clean shaven chest, run down his powerful abdomen and atttach to his small leather brief. Except the hood and his boots, the briefs are the only clothing he wears.

He watches as the beautiful young slave girl undresses in front of him. Her back to him, he can not see her shape, only her back and her round buttocks. The robe drops more and he can see her long legs. Beneath the leather briefs his erection grows and attempts to free itself. He fights to stop it, his employer will become angry if he is caught, but nothing can stop it. The bulge in his breifs grows ever bigger and bigger. A low moan escapes from beneath the mask as he shifts, attempting to make himself more comfortable. He stands there, waiting for an order. Waiting for his chance.