Both men were wearing shorts, and sleeveless half-shirts that bared their rippled midriffs. "That's sweet of you." I kind of felt bad about..." His ey...s darted of their own accord to her breasts for a second. "Err ... You know. Anyway..." He held out the book to her.She took the book and said, "Thank you, and it's okay. It's sort of flattering that you'd even want to look, I guess." The words tumbled from her lips before she thought better of them, and she realized that she'd leaned against the. ..you liked your little sex session with the two dykes, eh Lesley.? By God when you pen your memoirs girl...by God they'll have to be heavily censored. Hahaha. What a damned shame I missed all that." He lied. The whole session had been recorded and forwarded via email to his computer at home. He had stood and watched his lodge friend delete the file after he'd sent it. He didn't mind how many men and women fucked his little slut, but he didn't want her all over the Internet in case her family. When the children left with the maid, I held my arms out, and she flew into them. I held her close. She felt so good in my arms, again. She started to cry and sob as I held her. When she finally found her voice, she could only whisper.“My Master, I have missed you so much. It has been too many years.”“Kristen, my Sweet Child, you have been a free and successful woman for many years now. No one is your Master.”“Jacob, my Love, you will always be my Master. Were I to be made queen tomorrow, yet. ” This inconvenient turn of events made me nervously raise my voice: “What the fuck?! You're not supposed to read other people’s mail!” “Is it my problem that you can't keep your apartment tidy?” We started arguing again. After a while, Sarah started to laugh, stood between us, and grabbed both our arms. “Why don't you discuss this another time? I'm here to have fun, not fights,” she said, successfully calming both of us down. After the ambiance had turned more comfortable, I introduced Sarah.