“wow” a voice interrupted my thoughts “you…look…wow” he was practically drooling“you like?”“I uh yeah. I…i…I like a lot” he wa... so nervous, but I saw his gaze shifted…“are you staring at my breasts??” I askedHe was silent. I could see the panic of being caught in his eyes. I almost felt bad for him, but I now realized I was breaking down his will. The thought of fucking me has crossed his mind at some point. “Mr.Carter, dinner will be ready in about an hour” a woman in a chef outfit announced.I. .there was something. She could feel? Nah, she saw you looking at her, and now she's fucking with you."We don't have to play stupid games, Karen," I said."Godamnit Dave!" She was getting angry. She paused a moment. "Okay, do you remember when I had my back to you? You were looking at a spot on my back. You saw my skin twitch right where you were looking. Remember?"Whoa! That's right! I remember that. She must have seen a reflection of me in the window or something."Yes, I do remember that!" I. She wasn't sure at first what I meant so I instructed her to turn on her webcam the next time we chatted for me to show her. She was instructed what to wear, instructed to edge (bring herself to the brink of orgasm without actually cumming) as many times as possible, where and how to sit, and to always refer to me as "sir" or "master" when we talked. She was nervous but anxiously agreed to play her part. Since it was early evening when I got done giving her instructions she was able to edge a. "Nice ass, I'm Catie" was all she had to say, and from there we formed a dysfunctional relationship full of sexual tension and flirting that never went anywhere..well almost never did. Fast forward a year... We had become very close, helping each other stay sober and sharing our experiences with problems and relationships. Even though Catie and I had never had sex, we always ended up talking about what the sex was like with these other people. She would joke about things like my penis.