Once again I was stuck trying to desperately understand a one-sided conversation as I numbly sat on the kitchen table, trying not to pay attention to ...y nakedness. ‘Yes… Unchained… Of course … Why?… No, I didn’t mean to question you….Of course I wouldn’t go against your orders…Fine…As you wish…’ Your voice seemed completely different – somehow submissive, but more than anything you seemed upset and defensive. As you slowly placed the phone back in the base I was once again overcome by. I felt his stiff cock make contact with my thigh. I let my hand fall to his waist from behind and squeezed him closer. He let out a soft sight into my ear. At his floor .I held him back and he stayed, his leg now nicely stuck between mine. Soon the left emptied and we reached my floor. We both got off and as I entered the flat he let out a gasp at my huge TV. I turned to him, let his backpack down and held both his hands in mine. As I looked into his eyes and leaned in, he waited with closed. After he finished chatting to Jack he went to his room, passing her door and hearing her shower. He went to his room, showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking into his bedroom he noticed the mosquito net on his bed was open, though he was certain it had been closed when he went to shower. Approaching the bed he noticed she was lying in it, a sheet draped over her work of art. Sharleen called him over to her. He came closer, the droplets of moisture from the shower forming little. In my head the thoughts were running, trying to figure out what I should make of the situation. Very quickly my thinking always ended in the same thoughts: I claim to be born to serve the lust and pleasure of men, my fulfilling is to fulfil their dreams and desires as good as I can – so what was there to think about? If I ever wanted to find out if I am cut out to serve without any reservations, to give my body to anyone wanting it and maybe some day even go further and get paid for it all (I.