The difference between me and some of her other subs, perhaps, was that I meant it. There was nothing for me before her, and there was nothing for me ...ithout her. I was grateful to her, I admired her, I wanted to be with her always. I owed her my life, so it was only appropriate that she possessed it.And I loved her. She is only the second person in my life I have loved, the first being my dead father. But that didn’t mean she loved me.So, when I begged to be her slave, I was asking her to take. I touch my finger to your tongue and trace your lips and feel your breath change … you’re eager and I can already feel it in your breath. When I look down at your cock it is swollen and slightly wet at the tip … I smile because I know you want me and I love that you can’t have me yet …I use that same finger and run it down your neck and then I trace your body with my hands … I love your body … I love how you respond to my touch and that I can feel your heart beating in your chest … fuck you are. “Usually I’m more ‘casually’ dressed.” “No,” he said. “It’s not your clothes. It’s you. I can see that you really care. When I walked into your room, I could see your love for your students. The way your walls were decorated. How you were hanging their work with such care. The fact that you stayed late to meet me instead of going out on a Friday night.” “It’s part of the job,” I explained. “No, not all teachers are as dedicated as you are.” “Thanks.” The waiter suddenly appeared and asked if we. He took advantage and pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue shoving in deep. She was about to struggle to get away but remembered his injuries and just froze instead. ‘Hey, I want in on the pics too,’ Rafael called out. Gabriel reared back with a snarl. ‘Fuck off.’ Abigail blinked at the other guitarist who was laughing hard at Gabriel’s other side. He stuck his tongue out throwing up the horns sign before following it up with his middle finger at Michael who was still happily snapping.