Her reaction was ‘no’. It was a peculiar ‘no’. I pressed her ‘why not’ and all that I got was a polite ‘no’. She was like avoiding my ...yes. And she quickly moved out of my portion and went down. I really thought she would be eager to come and I really thought the problem was more in details – how to go, where to go and all that – and not about her consent. I really thought she would jump and say ‘yes’.During the next 4-5 days I kept up ‘why not’ and she a polite ‘no’ and on the 6th day or so. " Miranda started to say, now unable to get out the words. "How long..." I'd probably have to say at least six years," Alice said, choosing to answer the second question first. "As far as an actual number, I really never kept count." I can't believe this!" Miranda exclaimed. "You've been married to Peter for over thirty years and..." ... and we haven't been sleeping together for the last fifteen of them," Alice completed the sentence."Does he know?" Miranda continued."I've never asked him,". It is a relationship. It can?t work in isolation. I see myself as a Master but I can?t be a Master without a slave to own.? He looked around. ?Look, the meeting is wrapping up. I would really like to talk to you more. Would you like to go somewhere more private and talk about this some more?? He didn?t hesitate before adding, ?I am not making a pass at you. I meant that. Just to talk about it. I am quite fascinated by it since it is such an important part of my life and would love to know why. »Such a rotten temper in such a nice body!«, he purrs as he fondles my ripe sugar melons with delight. Then he pops the brass button of my blue jeans and pulls the zipper. »Please, no!«, I moan, but he peels my pants from my buttocks without delay and smiles »Oh yes, babe, I will please you! I will break you in, my little pony, and I will ride you hard all night long!« He sniffs on my knickers and sniggers: »Quite a mess in there - so I really do turn you on!« »Oh no!«, I groan, but that earnes.