“I’ve fantasized about so many men when I masturbate I’ve lost count. But when I think of letting them know I’m available – I can just see t...e hurt on Mark’s face and I can’t do it.” “Divorce?” I asked. “I couldn’t do that to Evie and Stevie,” she said. They adore Mark, and he adores them, and he is so good to us a father and husband in every other way. So that’s out. That’s why I’m stuck,” she cried again. Ellen said, “Carol, you must have some idea how to deal with this.” Carol said, “I do,. Keepsme in place, if you know what I mean." Looking back down at his crotch,"I see you like boxers." Yup, no real reason. Mom bought me a few pairs a year ago along with myschool clothing. Been wearing them since. Don't really like them, do likeother types better. These are okay I guess. But I would rather havebriefs, more control of the uncontrollable, you know."This conversation, along with the thoughts of the events of earlier inthe day was starting to take its effect on me. I could feel. Once we get there we sit on the porch and smoke. We continue making small talk and after ten minutes or so pass, we head to your room. We cuddle and start watching TV to pass the time. You've been up for so long and I know you would love to sleep. I soon notice your eyes starting to close so I place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. You kiss me back sleepily, then pull away and look deeply into my eyes. After a minute or so, you grab me by the hair and begin kissing me hard, more passionately.. He found out that the extent of Master L’s contact with me was limited to the internet and phone, that I lived alone and supported myself, that I obeyed Master L because we had made an agreement all those months ago, and I would not be the one to break it. Slave I might be, but I still understand honor. Master K signaled the waitress and ordered two more drinks; we talked of all types of things as he watched me, gauging my reactions and responses to the conversation, the food, the drinks, and.