"So can I see you Sarah, please?" I was thrilled to hear genuine longingin his voice.The intellectuals who I had repeatedly turned down sounded childl...ke andwhiney compared to Drew's deep masculine drawl."Yes but not here. There's an old barn, well its more just a shedreally, about half a mile down the track that runs from my back yard," Isaid."I'll pick you up out back of your place," I could sense the exhilarationin his voice."No!" I shouted into the mouthpiece.I took a breath and composed. Strangely, it felt like I was on a rite of passage, and when he had fully entered me sore as it was, it was the most joyful moment of my life.“Are you okay?” he asked anxiously.“I’ve never felt anything better,” I hornily replied.As Hector lowered his torso and commenced kissing my neck, he said, “Just tell me if my body is too heavy.”“No,” I hurriedly replied, “Your weight feels fuckin’ awesome.”With a chuckle, he then asked, “So…you like being in a compression chamber?”“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I. Start by unbuttoning my blouse," she said.He moved cautiously towards her, hardly able to believe how lucky he was; Martha seemed to be able to sympathise perfectly with his private fantasies about being owned by a strict Mistress, while in fact she was, nevertheless, dependent on his whim for her job, her income and her accommodation. He undid the seventeen buttons down the front of her blouse slowly, tantalising himself, and let it hang open revealing a very ordinary and sensible brassiere.. I don't have money." Okay, whatever."We played; she won.As I was bent over, panting, she said, "Okay, give me your shirt." Huh?" You said whatever. So give me your tank top." She had that mischevious smile again. So I gave it to her. I told her that it helped me out anyway, the heat was almost unbearable. We played again. She won again. "This time, you can hand over those shorts. I'm going to clean you out."I whipped them off and threw them at her face. She ducked away playfully while I tried.