"She looked up and met my eyes, suddenly there was hope there. "Jimmy, will you please be my master?"I could see it in her eyes but I had to ask, "If ... do this, what will that make you?" Your slave," She said in a voice suddenly firm and certain."And if I love you enough to accept the role and responsibility of being your master, do you love me enough to accept the role and requirements of being my slave?"She held my eye steadily and in a voice that no longer faltered said, "I do, I will;. Point is, whatever little spat you two are having, leave me out of it. I’m only here to get my cock sucked. Now if you don’t mind, Snake, you girlfriend still needs to clean my dick off. And I’ll want to take a shower afterward. I smell like her pussy right now. Also, she promised she’d give me a ride back home. I never come out to this crappy part of the city. You don’t mind paying for gas, right?’ Snake just stood there for a few moments, staring agape at the arrogant little high school kid. Scott knew that most would chuckle when they heard that was where he was going, but he loved the look of the mountains in Montana. It always brought to mind his love of fishing, which he hadn't been able to do nearly enough since he'd moved to California.On Tuesday morning, he hopped in his car and drove to the airport, parking in the long-term parking lot. The shuttle carried him to the airport, where he went through the degrading process of being checked thoroughly by the airport security. ”“I do not-”“Exhibit A.” I gestured to her.She glared at me. Her face twitched and she lost the fight to hide her smile.“There it is!” I pointed to her again. “You’re cute when you’re angry. But you’re drop-dead gorgeous when you smile.”“Shut up.”It felt good as the tension drained. Things were going too well lately. Since we got back together a month ago we had rarely had any conflict. I’m not one to instigate an argument, but there is such a thing as holding back too much and I believe that.