Him. Him. Oh, my. I sat there, silently wondering why I always chose these guys. At work, I help all kinds of people. Sometimes it’s rewarding. Ofte..., they don’t even remember me five minutes after I’ve done everything I can to help improve their lives. That’s always been my problem. I take care of people. I send money to my parents in Montreal, Quebec. They’re enjoying their retirement. I send money to my older brother Jose, who does nothing with his time except chasing and impregnating fat. The slave collar was a thick leather strip, with seven D rings all around it. In the package there was also a chain leash to attach to the collar and two leather wristbands, with two metal D rings on each. The following item was to be worn once we had arrived at our destination. It was a black leather mask which covered the whole of my head, with only holes for my nose and my mouth. I was aware this mask was another sign of my Mistress caring for me, as it was needed to keep my identity unknown. “Mmmm…but what about the food,” mumbled Caitlin as she wrapped her legs about my waist.“I’ve got an idea, but you’re need to hang on tight;“ with that I released my hold then with Caitlin clinging on like a baby I plated up the food then carried both her and the plate over to the table. Here I pulled out a chair and promptly sat down with her astride me.“Fuck…You’re a clever bastard but how are we going to eat?”“I feed you a bit then you feed me, what you do in between is up to you.”“Your cock. “B” was made to cum very sensually he and “B” have a very different relationship. One that I don’t know that I could have that with him just because I don’t know him I know it takes time and what not I also don’t know if I could have that with him. I am very loving and caring and to attach myself to someone who takes care of me and doesn’t really care about me. I don’t think I could handle that let down. If “He” reads this sorry I don’t know how you feel. Moving on a little background.