............................Today was a boring slow day, not many rooms occupied so it wouldn’t take long to finish and luckily my friend was helpin... me as an extra and she sometimes came swinging with me when my boyfriend was away. I knocked on the room door and when I got no answer I opened it and walked in letting the door close behind me which I don’t do when somebody is in the room. I saw nobody there but the bathroom door was closed, not unusual I thought so started wiping the table and. (My southern ears are not that discerning.) “You know… just in case it wasn’t love at first sight.” He grinned. And with that insultingly cheesy pick-up line, this high school boy and British transplant started a dialogue with me, UGA student (and so beyond high school guys), that brought us to where we are today. This is not the story of our first date, but the story of our first sexual encounter. The reason being—Robert pursued me for so long before I relented and went out with him for the. As instructed she kept looking forward, and soon felt a presence close behind her. Before she could see who was her mystery Master, a blindfold was placed over her eyes and quickly tied at the back of her head. “Stand up slave” came the instruction from her Master. “You will speak only when spoken too. You will address me as Master, and you will obey my every instruction. Your safe word is Tallahassee. Do you understand slave” “Yes Sir” Sophie replied. With that the Master walked. Unfortunately, our plan for a night of love-making had definitely been dashed. I suspected she’d likely have to call Jeremy on Friday and tell him that she’d been sick. Thankfully, she said she was feeling a lot better in the morning.She called me about eleven and asked about meeting me for lunch. That would be the first she’d managed to eat since Wednesday night. We went to Shari’s and Michelle managed to eat a good-sized salad. She said she thought she was over whatever it had been making her.