There’s cleaning supplies in the closet at the far end of the store,” she said, gesturing in that direction.“Oh, ok,” I said, calming down. I ...eaded out back.“So,” Emma said, kneeling down on the side of Liz and putting an arm around her, “that was pretty hot.” Quite the understatement.“And FUN,” Liz said, still a bit out of breath.“Mistress Emma,” Brent said. That was the first time Mike or Liz had heard “Mistress” used and it caught both their attentions. Brent didn’t even think anything of. With each day the doubts grew stronger. After a week, this old fool concluded, he had been scammed by a lady who got some perverse thrill out of this sort of thing. After a week and a half, I sent Jennifer the following e-mail: To: Jennifer Subject: The monster joke and/or scam is over, or is it??? In lieu of asking for your hand in marriage, I offer you my soft cock in marriage. You can take your vows on your knees. It would seem appropriate, don’t you agree? I say this for the following ten. I've changed the settings. I've changed the characters—their names, their ages. But why do you ask?" We were standing by the open door to the corridor. It was late, almost ten o'clock and there was no one around. Even the parking lot was deserted. Emma was standing with her back to the cinderblock wall, not knowing where to put her eyes. "Darkness stirs my soul," I quoted. "Desires whose name I cannot speak. His flesh is within me, his raging lust upon me. I am his anger and his joy, his. Traversing the virtual menu with familiar abandon, I navigated to the meeting hotel where I had agreed to find Mark. The heads-up clock assured me that I wasn't more than a few minutes late, and as I searched the bar, I was relieved to realise that he wasn't here yet. I should explain that whilst the hotel and all the things in it seemed entirely real, I could still see, and feel, the room I was really in, if I concentrated hard enough. I seldom did.Taking a seat in the bar, I waited for the.