Half surprised and half not, Carl emerged onto his deck with his watering can in hand. Again, in his blue robe. Untied. "Hiya, Bob," he said. "How's m... little cock-sucker doing today?" I went flush when I saw him come out, but exponentially so when he said that! I froze and looked around as if concerned anyone heard him. I squirmed in my chair and nervously looked away. I didn't know how to react. "Don't be shy, Bob. It'll be our little secret. No one needs to know," he said as he approached. Matt said he would print out a formal contract with a provision to change anything mutually agreed upon in the future. My housemates also agreed that Matt should be the principal, or primary Owner and Master, and I was happy about that.That was Saturday, and since my housemates were all working from home the next week, we all agreed to meet up on Tuesday afternoon at two p.m. to formalize “The Owners/Masters and slave girl Agreement.” Matt wanted me to digest everything fully before I signed. You're going to burn me," she whispered."Ah, but what a way to go..." I lowered myself into her. Only her very entrance was cold. Inside, she was as hot as I. We groaned together as I pressed her down in our little cocoon. The door to the tent was still open, the snow still falling, but more lightly. We didn't see it stop. Didn't pay attention to the shedding snow that bowed the roof of our tent, or even the sun burning the clouds off over an hour later. We warmed each other, fit together in. Slimy knows they're there, too. The twinkle in his eye and boy scout troop in his pants tells me he wants to get more out of them than I do.The secretaries roaming the halls aren't the one the salesman changed. Dressed up in knee length skirts, blouses and vests, they all have their hair done up in neat buns. They wander about in a professional manner. The salesman would have never left them so functioning, or so plain.Lucky's roaming the halls as we pass through. He doesn't recognize me. He.