I always lost, but this time I had a trick. I had found a reference to an old move and had practiced it for a couple weeks now. Hopefully he had not r...n across it and I would actually take him down for a change.Lets just say it didn't work. Damn, but he was good."Nice move there, Scott," Ben said afterwards."Well, it didn't work, so it couldn't have been that good," I said dejectedly."It would have, but I had a master pull it on me a few years ago. It's a very advanced move. Where did you see. I watched as her long white legs kept passing in front of me. "Through obedience and trainning you will be able to become a favorite to our Master and receive wonderful gifts from him. Master is easy to please if you know what to do." I glanced up for the first time, not thinking. She was a pretty brunette with hair in a braid that hung just above her tight ass. Her breast were a set of perky C cups. She had a figure that every women would die for. She could easily fit into a size 3, I mean if. “No, I’m not that artistic. One of our members did it. A girlfriend of mine. Lives quite nearby. She’s a landscape architect, very brainy and creative. Lovely woman in every way. Pity she couldn’t be here now. You must meet her.” “I’d like to,” Greg replied automatically, wresting his mind away from what was becoming an increasingly magnetic distraction. Sitting at right angles to each other as they were, every time she leaned forward to point to something, a view of deliciously bra-less. ”“Same here. I told you a long time ago, you were the guy for me. Mom was sure, too. And, before I foolishly told my dad that we were sleeping together, he was sure as well. He’s actually been a lot better about it in the last few weeks. I think my mom has been working on him and it’s been fairly successful. He’ll be upset about us living together, for sure, but Mom thinks he’ll be fine once it’s clear that we’re permanent.”“You mean getting engaged, or actually getting married?” I.