She stands quietly next to my chair and looks at me not him. He stares in awe. ?We have a visitor, make him feel welcome.? She answers quietly, ?Ye..., Sir,? and turns toward her husband. ?Welcome to my Master’s home. How may I be of service?? she says this looking just above his head, avoiding his eyes. He is speechless. ?Attend!? I bark and she kneels next to my chair and places her hands at the small of her back. I begin to speak.?You see how things are. You now know the truth about. "No arguments, no resistance. You will do as you're told without questioning or talking back, or I'll put the large gag on you, wrap your wrists in duct tape, and throw you in the trunk. Understood?" The tone is so unlike his usual manner of domination that I don't know what to do, so I nod meekly, and when he tugs on the leash again I follow him to the car. We drive away from the city, out into the desert, until we arrive at a simple warehouse-style building. We park with dozens of other. Please let me have it!" and as I continued to beg, he slowly removed his trousers before saying "The taste of my cock is what you've waited for all day, don't you agree?" And in a flash I realized, that's what I'd been craving all day. I was confused . . . I tried my best each time to disagree with this man, but just couldn't find it in me to do so. . . and even as the though hit me that I had to agree, I felt his cock slipping into my mouth.I felt his hands on the back of my head as I sucked. I was wrong. There were things I needed to know, such as making sure the guests of the bride were seated on the correct side of the aisle. Claire, who had tagged along with Phyllis, helped me by playing the part of the guests. She confided that Berry was a frequent visitor to the pool, and that he had suggested there may be a position for her in the elementary school for the coming year.I thought I knew my friend Berry fairly well. We'd dated the Coughlin sisters, and he'd cohabited with them.