‘How are you?’ ‘I was thinking about you. Wondered why you didn’t call.’ He held his hands up defensively, and said, ‘I’m not stalking y...u or anything, I just wanted to know if you were interested or not. If not, I’ll walk away, and you’ll never see me again.’ ‘I’m thirty five,’ I told him. ‘I’m old enough to be your mother.’ ‘But you’re not my mother, are you?’ There then followed one of those uncomfortable pauses. One of the younger girls who works with me passed by my aisle. I tried to make. ‘Oh Nicole, when my mom and pop were so obviously happy for us, and said those things about you, it made my heart leap. I was so happy I wanted to see you immediately, then you said what you said and it hurt. So, maybe I’m falling in love with you, and that’s me and not you. Maybe you’re not into a relationship with me and maybe you are, and that’s you. But Nicole, we do care for each other, and I don’t want us to have things like this happen where we hurt each other, OK? God I was close to. It was 730 pm. The pizza arrived and Karen and I were settled down in the front room watching some television while we ate. My cock was hard and throbbing as I wondered what she had on under her jeans and T-shirt. I watched her hot little ass shake as she walked to the kitchen to get us some soda. I had her dose of the d**g all ready for her and would put it into her pop as soon as she returned. It was now 8pm, time to d**g my horny wife. I moved next to her on the couch and put my arm around. "Yes, Master."And she smiled.DEE'S QUICKENING"It takes a willing slave to sustain a vicious master."That quote, oft used, haunts me to this day. Somehow, I found myself ever deeper in the role of master to my two ladies. It may seem to you that I was being duped by my lovely slaves, who seemed to consistently WISH for more and more ways to expand that role. I truly didn't know what to do. I loved them both absolutely. I wanted nothing more than to make them happy and free. But the thing they.