So natural.” Gwen eyeballed me. “You’re gonna be good to THIS one, right?”“I was good to the LAST one,” I said. But I was thinking to myse...f, ‘Haley? How could you possibly do something to make that face cry?’By lunchtime everybody who cared had come by to see the pictures. I’d done the proper things with human resources to attach myself and Haley together for various insurances and programs, steps that seem to solidify and legitimize a marriage.Somebody slowed time down. The day went on. .. smiled softly at both the boy and its Master and then curtsied. "Master, how will slave obey?"The Preceptor scratched at his goatee and then nodded. "You and Chris have a date tonight, correct?"The slave smiled. "Yes, Master." Today, the pretty slave wore a small t-shirt for an old sports team that read "Cocks" on it with a helmet."Good boy." Chris stared at his slave friend, enamored with the slave's bare thigh kept visible by a pair of too short mesh shorts. He looked up at the sound of. As she was doing this, and to take my mind off the raging hard-on thatwas literally poking Barbie in the "I" I thought I'd try and turn thetables on Becky and start to ask her some personal questions. "So, howcome you're not married yet then Becky?" How do you know I'm not married?" she replied."Eh....eh...no wedding ring." Been checking me out have you?"My face turned crimson red and I sputtered, "What? No. sorry....Imean....no....sorry," immediately regretting starting this line. It was so thrilling to have him touch me, and I knew I would let him use me in any way he wanted. I was his, all his.He slid his hand up, over my body, resting his hand on my shoulders. I knew what was going through his mind and slid down to my knees in front of him. His hand slid through my hair as I unbuckled his trousers, revealing the huge bulge encased in its cotton prison. I don’t know what came over me, but I bit down on the seam of his briefs and pulled at them with my teeth. He laughed.