He forced that last thought from his mind. If sex was going to be like it was last night he wanted no part of it.He continued his note after he went b...ck to his bedroom for a clean change of clothes and a bag to carry them in:He carefully folded the note in half, wrote 'Janie' on the front, and laid the note on the bathroom vanity, sure she would see it there. Then he quietly let himself out and went to work.Janie heard the deadbolt click as Joel locked the door and left. Tears flowed onto her. .. except to cater to the master's personal and private needs... whatever they might be. Antoine only knew that he didn't blame his Uncle; after all, he was human and Aunt Yolande had been ill for at least a dozen years; a man had to have a woman, and Ginny Novak was very much that.He, himself, had never touched her sexually... had hardly ever laid a hand upon her, but in all honesty he had wanted to many times, and from her actions... just the way she would hang onto him, or brush her breasts. .. Well at the time you were bummed out, I guess you were depressed about being with us, you missed your friends, and I'm a sucker for hard luck cases." Well if I hadn't said it enough... I'm still sorry about what I did, and I'm sorry for the grief I put you through, I hope we can be friends." O. K. friends... and Alan?" Yes?" Thank you, and good luck!" she winks with her mischeivous smile, they part, and leave for their dates. the dance is a howling success, soon couples go to the local make. She has bright blue eyes and I could never forget her 34D sized breasts. Just the thought of her makes me so wet. I bite my lip, hoping my panties and skirt won’t be soaked.Finally, the bell rings. I grab my bag and rush out. As I walk down the street, all I can think about is us. What if I don’t please her? What if she gets bored of me? I knock on her door and wait. After a couple of minutes, I get impatient and knock again. This time, she answered.‘Slave, don’t you dare knock more than once..