We fell onto the bed and twisted out naked bodies around each other. Let me pause a second. I had not started out intending to seduce her. It really...had just been flirting. I hadn’t even known I loved her. Not even when I grabbed her and kissed her to stop her talking. That had been a thing you do in the moment. James Bond and all that. It was a moment you couldn’t just watch pass by. Then I kissed her. Then, she kissed me back. And in her kiss was the most desperate kind of need I’ve ever. They also had the a special low table and pillow for me to be sitting on the floor next to my Masters. Masters had two pictures made with us. One at the wedding with me in a chair and them behind me (groom and best men so everyone thought) and one from the collaring with me on my knees and sitting on my feet with my eyes looking down and with them behind me holding a braid each. The one from the wedding they put over the fireplace, but the one from the collaring was in each of Masters rooms.. But like a virgin schoolboy laying next to a beautiful woman, I suddenly realised I had no idea what to do.“I bet you regret getting a shitty dick now, don’t you?” “I have never come close to puncturing Guinevere’s rectum.” “We’ll soon find out.” “Arthur?” I folded my arms. “What is it?” “Sorry to be a pain, but I need a piss.” “Fuck sake, Lance.” “Please.” I pulled off my glove. “You’re just going to have to keep it in until I’m finished.” “Hurry up then.” “Right... Did you, or did. It was him. What do I say? I was drawing in closer to my destination, by now my heart was in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed my spit and my legs started shaking as he started to walk close to me, I'm still not sure if that was from the cold or my nerves. I saw his face and everything suddenly felt a little better. The way we talked to each other, both trying to establish dominance with one common agenda that tonight something was going to happen. We walked back to my dorm room, immediately.