That I’d beg him to be my master. That I’d be his slave to do whatever he wanted with me. That he’d punish me for being a bad little slave until...he made me into a good little slave. Then he let go and gazed at me. Waited for my answer. I told him ‘yes.’ I was horny like I am now. And more excited than I’d ever been. And scared. He ended up the first and only guest I ever had relations with.”“You mean fucked,” Joe growled.“Yes Joseph.”“What was your safe word?”“Merde.”“Shit?”“Yes. What he. ’ ‘We could draw straws,’ Lani suggested. Truthfully, she’d wanted to talk to Dee, but she’d spent all Sunday with Dom and had only rushed by Dee’s early this morning to get her computer. When Dee had suggested getting together to watch the game, Lani had jumped at it. The idea of Cherie watching a hockey game was laughable, and she didn’t have a TV in her room. Then the game had started, and conversation had fallen by the wayside. ‘It’s my apartment,’ Dee pointed out, ‘and my food you scarfed. That was the best I could hope for.We spent the better part of four months tossing around suggestions for the title of Liz’s next release. We were hindered by the fact that Liz hadn’t made up her mind if it was going to be a solo disc or one filled with contributions from other artists.She finally settled on “United We Stand” as the disc name and “Freedom” for the name of her tour.Liz released her disc one year to the day after the carnage outside of the (now former) RFN building in Nashville.. I needed to crawl over her to make an escape. My full bladder had pushed blood into my cock, making it harder and heavier than normal—good ole morning wood. Stirring, her hand moved from my chest to my stomach swirling the dust particles along the sunbeam. "Mmm," she whispered in my ear, as her hand slid further down. "What do we have here?" It hurts Ms. P," I whined."Let mommy help you," she purred, and I turned to face her. Ms. P's blue eyes gazed into mine our noses almost touching. Her.