I wonder what it would be like to sleep with him? Make love to him? Why do I think about him so much now? Is it because I am secretly attracted to him..." These and many other thoughts ran through my head as I gently fingered myself. I knew though, that it was unlikely that we would ever get together again; I would never make the first move and neither would he. However, I hadn't reckoned on Rachel once again playing matchmaker."How do you fancy a boat trip down the Orwell on Saturday?" Rachel. Men were eagerly stuffing bills into her skirt as she rotated her hips."Drew, darling," a voice purred from his side. "I didn't know you were coming this evening. Lucky for you I have your favorite room available." You're an angel Tara," he said. Tara was the owner of the hookah bar. She was a tiny woman, five foot at best. She had blond hair and small, but perky breasts. "I would have called, but it was a rough day." An evil smile crept across Tara's lips."I have just what you need. She's a. 10, he responded, "How did you master the art of playing chess? And those guys ... you seem ... so ... you know ... comfortable with them ... how..." She didn't answer.It all seemed too coincidental. She was like a dream come true for him. Most of what he knew of her concretely was learned in the last 45 minutes. For a week, he'd fantasized about her, speculated, surmised but she was turning out to be more than he'd even allowed himself to contemplate. Beauty, brains, the ability to control him. I looked up at you with my hazel eyes that glittered with lust. They silently asked permission to touch you, which you gave with a nod of your head. I heard a gasp from the other Doms pet, (she will be punished for that later, I thought to myself) as my fingers caressed you and circled your pecks. I leaned forward to kiss them, for you are very beautiful M'lord. I slipped your shirt off to reveal your well muscled back and hung it on a hanger. I knelt at your feet and untied your shoes and took.