The Master’s house was about one hour away by car. One of the things that influenced his choice was proximity. The last thing he wanted was to ser...e someone locally and than run the risk of running into them somewhere in town. By choosing someone an hour away, he felt that this would greatly diminish his chances for a random run-in. As he drove up to the address the Master had provided, he noted it was a nice but otherwise nondescript house in an upper middle class neighborhood. . He looked at the time and realized it was almost five, hed been there for an hour. Shit, Ive been in here a while&hellip, I better go get my board before they lock the doors. Kyle stood up, grabbing his bag and throwing over his shoulder. He almost ran straight into Natalie as she stood up too, clutching the book shed been reading to her chest. She stumbled backward and Kyle grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back onto her feet. At the same time she tried to move forward and ended up. Could I do this? I hadn't kissed anybody but Jay since a year before we were married. My butterflies were back, trying to batter their way out of my belly. "Are you okay?" she murmured. I leaned in and kissed her a little harder, softly nibbling her lower lip with my lips. Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded faintly. She met my eyes and smiled a little more confidently. "Sit here on the floor, let me massage your shoulders a bit." I obeyed, sitting between her thighs. Her expert fingers. My foster parents are Jewish and I was raised by them that pork was wrong to eat. Jane said I didn't have to be Jewish anymore, and I can do anything I want, or eat anything I want." I see. Jane is correct. The only thing you have to do is obey my or Jane's orders. If we say 'hit the ground', you hit it, and you don't move. Other than that, you can do anything within reason. Ok?" I replied.With a smile on her face, she glanced at Naomi.She blushed and said, "Ok," and started eating her dinner.