" As he went to go sort out the massaging oils, I quickly took off my robe, got on the table, and laid a towel on my ass area. As soon as I was comfo...table on the table, Alex came back and already laid his hands over my back giving me a nice warming up massage. His hands felt sooo good all over my back. It was warm, not sweaty, but just nice and warm. The strength he used on my back was not too hard, but it gave me some nice pressure. "Can you possibly work on my legs today, Alex? I've been. We all sat there in an awkward silence while an angry looking Martin gulped down his beer and went off to the bar. The other couples were a bit shocked by what they had seen and offered to walk back with martin so he could try to smooth things over but he was adamant that he wasn't going to give in and just sat there drinking. After the argument the atmosphere had become a bit strained and about an hour or so later the other couples went home but Martin refused to join them saying he was going. And yet, my jealousy concerned me. I could drown in sensuality, but if Andrew received pleasure from someone else, I felt betrayed! Then I felt guilty about thinking such ridiculous thoughts. What was wrong with me? It was the only part of the weekend that left me with questions. One time at work I giggled when I thought of writing, 'My Master's pleasure is my joy!' a hundred times on the whiteboard in the executive boardroom. I wished I were always so nonchalant and laid back about it. But I. His mom, Emily, was a single mom who had raised him alone from an infant. His dad had been killed in one of the many international wars fought in recent years. It saddened him that his mom would be left alone once he was gone, but the stipend she would receive as a result of his enslavement would make life easier on her. Her job as a house cleaner for richer, elite citizens was a difficult one. A small windfall of money would allow her to cut back her hours or pursue other.