Bob's reaction was a little more visceral. To him, what happened was that he was offered a gift more precious than any he had ever even thought might ...xist. In one sense, her T shirt was absolutely true. The only wish he could have made, had he known everything, was granted to him in that bedroom on that day. Basically, Bob felt lucky. But while "getting lucky" is a common phrase, it isn't even in the same ball park with the kind of lucky Bob felt. Bob had seen enough situations, all around the. The poor lad seems obsessed with me and contacts me as soon as I come on line. I tell him how I would stroke him; how I would let him ejaculate on my breasts, all the things that horny young men like to hear. Of course, I am not doing it purely as an act of charity. I get considerable pleasure out of it myself, the same erotic arousal, the tightness in my breats and the damp warmth between my legs that occur when I am writing these stories and blogs.Yesterday had been no exception. I. But I did. I definitely fucking did, and my stomach hits another corkscrew. This is really fucking painful to hear. "Chanel I'm sorry-" "Please don't apologize," I interrupt him. "I didn't want to hurt you, I'm-" "Can you turn left up here?" I ask when I open my eyes and see the road that will go to my house instead of his. He sighs heavily, shifting gears and changing lanes. "I'm sorry," he whispers, and I don't reply. I don't know what to say. All I can think about is Hannah's blonde. I can’t promise anything until I talk to him. Can you wait until tomorrow for an answer?”“Yes, yes. I can wait a week, a month, a year. I only want you to say you will accept me as a slave.”“Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. Tell me, Gayle, are you naked now?”“Why do you ask that?”“Because I would want you naked whenever you are with me or talking to me on the phone. When I call you tomorrow, I expect you to be naked.”“Yes, mistress. I will be sitting here naked waiting for your call.”“Good. Now I.