" He what? Tell me," Linda's impatience was well known among friends and colleagues alike and Carly could feel it."He started talking about sex," Carl... said."What does that mean?" Linda asked."He started talking about Paige," Carly responded. "How she won't let him see her naked any more, things like that." Yea?" Linda said. "What's the big deal about that?" That wasn't all he talked about," Carly said. "Then he said how much he liked her body, what nice breasts she has." She does," Linda. She learned that I enjoyed taking her and all women in every hole. I enjoyed having them restrained and sometimes enjoyed making her submit without being restrained.Eve was a very good cook and seemed to take the fact that I considered her my sex slave/play thing and did not mind. She learned how different restraints worked, how to prepare the equipment and clean it after.She explained certain needs of women to me, which I found to be very helpful in caring for the women I had. I would wake her. " Jaren had adopted the nickname shorty for me when we were kids. At 5'2", it was appropriate."Thanks, Bean Pole," I said as a small smile spread across my face. His height of 6 foot even and weighing 130 pounds had earned him his nickname from me.Relieved, I closed my phone and drove to Jaren's apartment. As I mounted the stairs (he lived on the third floor of a five-storey building), I started to get nervous about what I was going to tell him. I formed a plan in my head just as I reached his. ”It was a tiny plaid miniskirt my boyfriend had bought me to wear for a Pimps and Tarts fancy dress party.“I would love you to wear it for me sometime,” she beamed.I blushed, “It was to wear at a party, but it was way too short, so I wore yoga pants underneath,” I sheepishly explained.“You can forget the yoga pants, Your Royal Wetness, bring it with you the next time you come to visit me, like next weekend.”So, there she was, planning our next sex session, what I must wear, and we hadn’t.