She picked her stuff up and prepared to head towards the airport. “I love you,” Becca told me, as she headed towards the airport doors. “I love ...ou too,” I replied. With a smile, Becca walked towards the airport doors. As she prepared to enter, she lifted her miniskirt up and gave me a good view of her ass, which was only slightly covered by her pink panties. My cock jumped right up as I stared at my girlfriend's ass. Becca giggled as she pulled her miniskirt down and headed into the. It was clear she was looking for an argument.“No, but I am the boss, and right now, I am telling you to watch your language,” he said.“Why? Are you embarrassed that you are a Master, and my mom and aunt belong to you? I thought you liked it when they introduced you as Master?” she said loud enough that the others could hear.“I am not embarrassed, but other people are trying to eat. If they want to know about our consensual lifestyle, they are welcome to ask. In the meantime, let’s not try to. You just gave me a lot to think about," I replied, stilltrying to get my head around what he had just suggested.Davis was my friend and perhaps more importantly the publisher of mywork. Not many people knew that I was the writer of the 'Lucy Chambers'series of erotic novels. The books were the ongoing story of a curious,young red headed reporter as she chased a story and often indulged in hersubmissive desires with the men she meets. This would also usuallyinclude a damsel in distress scenario. She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various places and when i looked down at her petite bod and saw her plump pink nipples hardening under her braless t-shirt,I knew what she had in mind.We bought our tickets and waited in line as the sweet scent of cotton candy and carnival treats wafted through the still summer air.We were now at the front of the line and entered our favorite ride at the carnival "The Zipper" a ride with small cages that.