Soanyway, he's standing there taking our orders, and Mom kinda kicked meunder the table lightly and I looked over at her and she flicked hereyes up at...Craig.I looked up at Craig and he was staring down at my chest. I had left thetop two buttons on my blouse open and not only were the swellings on mychest pushing the blouse out in two tiny mounds, but where my blouse wasunbuttoned, you could just see the tops of the swellings. ApparentlyCraig really liked stuff like that. After he had taken our. The only question asked was:-"Would you please give your honest opinion about possible solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world."The survey was a complete failure because:In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.In South America and Russia they didn't know what. We had met the day before at a public place and had discussed some rules and things to be sure we both were on the same page. We were so it is all the better, well any way she went to the wrong park and found another couple getting it on. Although I may have stayed there this was our first time together. She now knows she is my SLUT. I will be training her in enjoyment of this lifestyle and look forward to taking her from the innocent inexperienced slave she is now, to the complete trust and. "You mean... like dating?" I'm cautious. His fingers find their way into my hair. My scalp tingles and the butterflies in my stomach sigh contentedly. I feel him nod. "I'd like to see more of you." I contemplate it. Do I want to see him again? Not only yes, but hell yes. "So let's see more of each other." His fingers lift up my chin so that I can stare into his dark eyes. His lips meet mine for a moment. I reach up and curl my fingers into his hair as out kiss deepens. The hand that.