Glowing and with my desire totally satisfied, I slid out and flopped down beside her, and she slid down and rolled onto her back.After a bit it looked...like a light bulb went off, and she spoke all of a sudden. "Did my parents tell you to do this?" Yes, of course," I said."Aaaarrrgghh! I hate them. I'm never going to talk to them again! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"With that, she began pummeling and kicking me."Stop it!" I commanded sharply. "You're mad at them, not me, right?" A flicker of a smile. “Hi, what’s your name?” says a sluggish voice next to me.I slowly turn my head and within seconds I have evaluated the man standing next to me. He is drunk, sweaty, in his sixties, wedding band and cheap aftershave, not my style.“I am waiting for someone, please move along,” I say in a sweet voice.His eyebrows furrow and then he slowly moves back mumbling “bitch,” as he leaves my side.Asshole, I think. I turn back to my drink and have another sip. Something catches my eyes and I zoom in.She is. “Chocolate.”I rolled my eyes. “Big difference. You’re stupid as hell, Chris.”“You’re a fuckin’ idiot.”“You’re an asshole,”“Fuck you,” Chris said.“Fuck you, too. I hate you.”“I hate you too.”I laughed. Whispering, I said, “I love you.”Chris kissed my forehead. “I love you too, B.” He kissed me for real the second time. It felt like an electric current was spreading between us. We both got hard and started to lose ourselves in each others touches. It was one of the most perfect and simple moments. He needed a sissyslut to service a group of four men in their cabin, and promised thatthere would be plenty of bondage and non-stop fucking. Master respondedthat I would certainly be available to serve the group, no paymentrequired.And so it went. Ultimately Master found five guys who would use me earlymornings, five more for lunch and ten who wanted evenings or latenights.The doorbell rang. "Don't go anywhere, sissy," he said as he got up toanswer the door. "I think your date is.