Leonard matched her inprice of his selections, although they were different. "So, Mr. Hopkins," Naomi began as the waiter left, "what do you do for al...ving?" Leonard smiled at her. "I'm a lawyer." Naomi would have fell if she hadn'tbeen sitting down. "Didn't the St. Clairs tell you?" He had scored pointsand was at least even, if not ahead. "No ... they really didn't ..." she looked at me. "Val, are you holdingback on me?" "No ..." I joined in. "Leonard's profession never came up." Leonard was. My roommate’s girlfriend was a bit curvy, with a busty ass, a skinny body and proportionate round boobs, big enough, but they could be contained with a little skin spilled out from my hands.Pooja used to come around our flat some times and we had a good friendship like between, although, I didn’t put my hands into their relationship matters or fights.I found that she was making very much regular visits to the flat while the time I was away. I found many condom packets and some of her inners in. He thought it would benefit so we got one. Within a couple of weeks he decided I was ready. He took me to a club where there was a dominate woman who was known for putting on show. This was a rare occasion for me to wear my collar out in public as we are both private people. I followed him into the club, and we sat at a table. He ordered drinks for both of us, his usual whiskey and coke for himself and a glass of sweet wine for me. I thanked him and drank the wine quickly. I was nervous. It had an ugly ring to it. But it wasn't the whole truth.The only time that Shannon felt completely satisfied was in those fleeting moments when she let go of her resistance, and allowed herself to be free of dignity. To be a possession. To be put in her place.Those moments didn't last long. Everything she had been taught would come rushing back into her with a violence that convinced her, somewhere in her gut, that it was all unnatural. Forced. Pretense. Of course, these feelings only made it.