She stood before me with overwhelmed emotions. She looked like she wanted to burst into tears of joy but composed herself as she sat down. “You even...poured me wine, what’s going on with you?” she asked. I finished up in the kitchen and joined her before resuming the conversation. “I guess it’s time we talked then huh?” I suggested. Jewel looked over to me while she ate and engaged me to continue. “Remember when we first met? I spent an entire night with your drunken ass at the train station?”. We were holding each other tight and rubbing together pretty good “down there,” as she always put it, and I was enjoying the dry hump as much as I could. She would give me access to her tits, so after awhile I pulled up her t-shirt, unhooked her bra, and started sucking on her nipples. After a bit of this she began to really pick up the intensity of how hard she rubbed her crotch against mine. Pretty soon she was humping furiously, hard, thrashing all around, moaning, and breathing hard. I was. Shots of moisture seep from my cunt and soak into the wood. I am drowsy but cannot relax in this position. Random thoughts float freely in my brain.I am most comfortable when serving Master Jonathan. I love being naked and under his complete control. I want him to use and abuse my body as he wishes. I crave the pain while he abuses me and cherish the soreness that lingers long after he has finished hurting me. In the end, I need to be his property, to please and serve him. Confronting. I guess the dance brought out her darkest desires,because when we went to bed she told me she’d haveloved to fuck him. Hearing her admission turned me onas much as her, so I decided to change our fantasy intoreality. Here we were, in a bar in a strange city whereno one knew us, and we’d never have a betteropportunity. And I wasn’t lying to Connie; the kid sitting there atthe bar was obviously sexually attracted to her. He wasperfect. He was young, fit, and black, and I.