He smiled and said, “Listen, I find you attractive. I want to get intimate with you physically. You know what that means?” I didn’t answer becau...e I didn’t know what that meant. He reached out and started unbutton my shirt. “No” I instinctively resisted. He stopped and looked at me in the eyes, “I am not going to force you. All I ask is you give me a few minutes. If you don’t like what I will do. You tell me and I’ll stop. And I’ll take you back to the store immediately. Deal?”Now, I was a. She could feel her bladder emptying down her legs as her fear slowly turned to terror."All along, I had you in mind when I started this club, but until now, the time wasn't right. I had to build up the club slowly. I cultivated contacts with people who had money and power and, most of all, were in their hearts and minds masters of their lives, not just slaves who had been given power by their daddies or mommies. I helped them feel the satisfaction of a true master's revenge on a slave who. Once inside they place his things on the floor and fall in each others arms. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her to the couch and sits down with her on his lap. Her hands come up to unbutton his shirt, her mouth dropping to kiss his neck. She pulls his shirt off, and runs her hands along his strong chest. Moving back to gain a little more room, she leans over and plants a kiss on his chest. She draws her tongue along his flesh, tasting his skin that she has. Just pretend, fun ****d. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can’t remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or…not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen. To pretend to **** me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty sure. Or if they do I won’t be into that person.