She was wheatish color, chubby,tall and had a cute ponytail. she was in her jeans and T-shirt. I greeted her with smile and acted like little offended...for coming late :D . She just had a cute smile and said sorry. I took her in my bike and drove towards the theaterWe settled in our seats and it was pitch dark and movie started playing. After few horror scene she came and sat really close to me and I knew this will work. I held her palms and she dint say anything. She was watching the movie. She put one hand across her chest and the other covering her bush. Then she said in a calm and sincere voice.“I’m sorry for what I called you. Can we please talk business now?”“First, I’m glad that you noticed that this is a transaction. Second, I told you, I pick the apology. Words are not going to be enough. But first we need to get punishment out of the way. Give me the bag”She handed it over revealing in the process that her bush matched her brown hair and was neatly trimmed. I took the. She moaned and whimpered as she thought of what was in store for her.As they pulled down the alley he motioned to his house slave to get it ready, and stepped out when his driver opened the door, his house slave placing the leash in his hands, the other end bound to the newly attached collar around its neck, its bindings cut. Into the alleyway and through the back door and down a long hallway; he passed the door to the dungeon, where one could play all types of nasty, fun games, and continued. Up until she had watched him at the swimming meetings she had thought his only really outstanding feature was his blue eyes. Once she had the opportunity to take in his almost naked, athletic body and the impressive package encased inside his tight speedos, she quickly revised her opinion.As a result her hero worship had morphed firstly into a young girl's crush and in the past few years into a deep and abiding love for her 'brother'. For once she was secretly pleased that Gavin wasn't her real.