” I felt sad because I really wanted to touch this girl and hold her and just have some contact with her. But I just pushed these feelings away and ...ept on moving around, dancing, flipping bottles, and having a good time with my customers.About 11:00 pm Tammi called me over and said “I am ready.” I looked into these dark eyes, fantasized about taking her to bed for about 2 minutes. She actually had to reach over and tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. She said “Did you hear me..I am. You open your door. Your feet touch the ground, quietly. You glance towards me, but it's dark, nothing to be seen. You stride --not too fast, not too slow-- to the open door. I have placed a blanket there on the ground. You find yourself looking away as you drop to your knees. Words (from you) are prohibited. My hand goes into your hair. I pull your head forcefully to look at me. My eyes lock with yours. Your eyes smolder. My eyes demand. Your eyes willingly acquiesce. My zipper. And she shared her picture. And at the same time, I shared my picture with her and we both liked each other and started talking about how to meet up and where.After looking at her picture I was stunned. She was really pretty with brownish red hair and light blue eyes. For which I told myself this is an edited picture but she had a very pretty face.So we chatted for sometime and we decided to meet in a hotel on 25th January. And she told me that she wants to be treated like a slave. To which I. It was child play for Gwendolyn to slip the powder into her maid’s drink, she sent her out of the room to look for her favorite brush (conveniently hidden in her closet) while she poured it in and mixed it. When Brandy returned empty handed she forgave her maid and sat quietly as Brandy drank her milk and tucked her in. The pretty maids eyelids were already getting heavy as she bade her mistress goodnight and stumbled a little back to her own room. Quietly getting out of her bed, Gwendolyn.