Pulling a blanket from the back seat, we move through a copse of trees to a delightfully secluded meadow, thick with wild flowers. The sunlight feels ...o warm here, and off in the distance I can hear the faint roar of the ocean, but I can't see the shore.My mind is swirling. It almost seems unreal, that I couldn't be here, with this wonderful sensuous woman. This beautiful woman. But the softness of your hand in mine tells me this is not a dream.We kiss while you're still holding the blanket,. "I'll show you where I wanted to be kissed," she said with a leer as she slid her shorts to the side. "Here's my cell number. If you get lonely this week, give Britta a call. We'll work something out."She dropped me off and I sat on the beach outside the hotel, hoping my erection would dwindle so I didn't have to tuck it into the elastic of my shorts band.My cell phone started ringing as I waited."Is it OK if I come down?" Bailey asked.I looked up to the seventh floor and saw her sitting on the. Lizzy was more than impressed with the upper part of his body. She was used to older men and the way they would sometimes let themselves go. But this was not the case with Nick. He was thin and cut perfectly from head to toe: Nick's salt and paper hair. His thick, rippling muscles told her that he kept himself in great shape. Lizzy loved exploring her soon to be new lover, to feel his hard body under her fingertips was like nothing she had ever experience.Up close she was even more beautiful. You will convince me that these statements are true. Do you understand me?”I placed the paper in front of Mary. Mary read the sheet and looked puzzled. She started to say the statements:“I am Mary. I am the masters’ slave. I belong to the master”I interrupted her “I don’t think you understand. I am not convinced that you believe this. Try again!”Mary tries again a little louder but still not convincingly. “I am Mary. I am the masters’ slave. I belong to the master”“I still am not convinced..