I ran my hands around the back of his neck and over his broad shoulders while he held me to him with his right arm while running his left hand up and ...own my side. As our kisses became more impassioned and fevered, I ran my hand over his cock, bulging beneath his pants. Ooh, now I wanted more! The lights in the parking lot illuminated the inside of the truck and people passing by could easily see us. “Wanna go somewhere a little more secluded?” Curtis asked. Feeling I could trust him, I let out. She owns me." I replied simply."Owns you?" I am her slave. It is simply that, I obey her in everything." You are joking! Yet you're here in this cafe, shouldn't you be chained up or something?" I am sometimes," I told her, "but you know, sometimes its not convenient for her, sometimes its better to let me off her leash. She calls me her free-range slave."This quieted her as she took in the information and thought it through carefully."So, if I gave you an order, you'd obey me?" Yes certainly. He could do it in his sleep. But it gave him plenty of time to think about her, about his Kaylee. He’d drive by her house at night, watching the lights in the house. He knew the nights when her roommates would be out and she would be alone. He could feel her in that house, feel the nerves, the tension in her body. It called to him, that tension. He could feel it even when he left her, driving to his own lonely home, his cat, Buddha, greeting him at the door. Buddha would sit and meow until he. Hiding it to the point that if you didn’t know, I could have appeared to be a young girl. By this time, I had found a couple of porn magazines and had seen the girls in it and even one of the magazines had men and women in it doing what I thought to be bizarre activities involving bondage. But what really caught my attention was how much I looked like the girls with my bushy area between my legs. Even looking in the mirror while nude, I had small breasts due to me having a bit of a larger.