But it seems to come from within my own head. ‘When I say something to you. You will say, ‘Yes, Cayla.’ ‘Yes, Cayla’. ‘You now in my contr...l. You do what I say.’ Ridiculous, I think to myself. ‘Yes, Cayla,’ I reply. ‘You, my sleeve’. I don’t understand ‘I say, you my sleeve.’ I still don’t understand. A pause. Sounds like she is checking something on her phone. ‘Slave’, the voice from the dictionary on her phone calls out. ‘Oh’, she laughs. ‘You, my slAve.’ ‘Yes, Cayla.’ ‘Take off clothes.’. She was loving it, it felt really cool knowing anybody could hear her. I wanted to see how far she'd go fucking around on the balcony so I asked her to stand up, I gave her a big kiss and hug, instructed her to bend over and I told her to put her hands on the rail. She had no problem with it, she looked at me a little surprised, giggled a little , threw her hair back, bent over, moved her legs apart and put her hands on the rail.Dianne asked "Like this?" I got on my knees caressing and kissing. I knew, then, that I needed to know more about her. I offered my hand. Taking my right hand with hers, she shook it gently. 'Hi. I'm pleased to meet you.' Her voice was soft and husky. She was standing over me, close and inviting. I had a remarkable view of her small breasts pushing through her tight blouse. My breathing became that much quicker, and my lips parted in excitement. We were so close to each other, I found it very hard to breathe. I couldn't believe the effect that she had provoked. You won’t tell on me will you? I’m still a virgin. Honest!”At fifteen I was certainly feeling my hormones kicking in. “Tell you what, you give me some and I won’t tell on you.”Carrie didn’t bat an eye and said, “Sure…anytime…want some now?”Well that caught me a little off guard but hell yes I wanted some right then. However I said, “Sure if you’re up to it that is.”Carrie took me up to her bedroom. Our bedrooms had a bathroom between them and of course connecting doors. We made sure that both.