I might never experience this again with anyone else. But that night, he was my Master, and I, his slave. I was thankful for it.He stroked my writs, h...s fingers easing into my skin, kneading it slowly to release any tension caused by the cuffs. I knew a bit about aftercare, but this was surreal. I moaned at his ministrations.After giving me back-to-back orgasms, inflicting pain, treating me like a real slut. My Master was beside me, massaging my hands, calming my nerves. I knew then. I would do. She turned over to see, not a mans body, but the back of a couch. Where the hell am I, she wondered. It was a little wrinkled, but she realized she was still wearing the short, little dress she had on the night before. She vaguely remembered the knight in shining armor from the bar. She looked around at the small, but nicely furnished apartment. She figured it had to be his, the guy from last night. Why am I on the couch, she thought, and not in his bed? She laid there trying to decide if she. .and they were nice and dirty! just like I like her feet. Wiggling and scrunching her toes so nonchalantly. "Can i fuck you feet please?" is all I wanted to say!! I had to stop myself from asking because I almost asked...but I took a few deep breaths and instead asked " where are your shoes at?" As I started looking around on the floor(this was a joke, I knew she came barefoot)(and she knew that I knew she came barefoot). "Lol you being funny? as she smiled and threw her lighter at me. "Why are. I tried to escape but I tripped and ... well she mounted me and then rode me till we both came. Now all I can visualize is my sister's naked body as she orgasmed." Okay..." Connie said slowly in response, looking both embarrassed and irritated. "I can see where that would freak you out, but we need to talk about this. I mean ... come on Charles ... the world is fucked up and we need to sort it out. Now if I can focus on this then so can you ... I mean this hasn't just happened to you."Charles'.