’ I replied hesitantly and cautiously. Mr. M threw back his head and laughed- hard. When finally his laughter diminished he responded, ‘Never have...truer words been spoken. And that, Miss Tanner, is why I have you.’ It seemed as though he put an, almost possessive, emphasis on the ‘his having me’ part, and, a shiver ran down my spine at the suggestion of those words. I mentally slapped myself for letting my mind wander in irrational directions. My boss only ever thought of business, anything he. It seemed as if something broke inside of each of us, and at the same moment. My tongue set out on a tentative expedition in search of hers. Her mouth opened wide in welcome. With typical adolescent inexperience, our teeth crashed together, and drool coated both our chins. Neither of us cared, caught up in that exquisite moment, little moans escaping both of our throats. When we came up for air, I realized that the song on the radio was the new one from the Pointer Sisters: "... and when we. I wore the purple ones because, 1) Mistress ordered me to, and 2) Mistress loves purple. The jeans I put on over my leggings had some interestingly placed holes in them; one of them being in my left ass cheek where all you could see was about a 3/4 inch diameter spot of my naked flesh. Other holes in those jeans were in my knees, so everyone at the gas station I stopped at before leaving town could tell I was wearing something under my jeans.With the car loaded with my duffel bag of play. As we crossed the lobby I saw one of my men in the corner near the tourist information rack, another was outside the back door in the alley. Tom Brown, my 2nd in command was already in my room hiding in the closet just inside the door. He had put a wheelchair and my luggage in the bathroom. We entered the room and placed Chris on the bed, and then I opened the mini bar and offered to fix him a drink. He was not interested, he wanted sex and he wanted it now. I let him start to open Chris’.