But you can Rog.” She giggled a little and said, “Well, Rog. Your voicesounds pretty sexy.” We ended up talking for hours that eveni...g. We learned alot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39-year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainerat a gym franchise. She explained that she just had herdivorce of 5 years finalized and that she was lookingfor her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with torelieve her of her misery. However, our telephone conversation. No! Don’t move out! I would miss you ... I mean we, uh she, would miss you. You two are so close. It makes no sense to fight over something so trivial as a, what was it ... a piece of cake.”Glo looks past me avoiding my eyes. I think she is imagining this cake. “You have NO idea how delicious this cake is. It is not something you want to share.” Head drops and shoulders droop. Pay no attention to how her breasts are still bouncing. “But you’re right. Give me a minute to go back and apologize. ‘Look at me and tell me why you are being punished bitch.’ She flinched at the venom I spewed with that command. ‘I was paying attention to your private conversation when I should have been focused on being a proper slave, Master.’ She was shivering as she said this. ‘Exactly, you are a worthless excuse for a slave but to your credit you have admitted your failure. As your reward I won’t use the whip on you this time. I think the riding crop will do.’ She followed my eyes over to the wall and a. It also made me realize that she might want me as much as I wanted her. I didn’t want to make a move until I was sure, though, so I put that in the back of my mind. I also wished that she wasn’t married so that I could be with her, but that wasn’t possible. After we ate, we went to watch TV and she sat very close to me. I wondered if this was the sign, so I got bold and put my hand on her thigh. She then leaned against me, putting her head on my neck. She whispered to me, “I’m so lonely and.