I had a little single burner stove and a mini-fridge. I had a little CD player and a goldfish bowl, but no goldfish; and books, lots of them. I slept ...nd ate and danced on my futon, and my only chair was a throwaway from the Salvation Army; a folding metal thing, painted grey. My wanton lust had been building my last visit to Gloryville. A decrepit adult, triple X joint with holes drilled in the walls of the video booths six blocks away on La Vida Street.I was no longer working; my father's. She could hardly keep her eyes on thewords without missing some, trying to hurry thru the message and find out whatawaited her with a rapid pulse and a wet pussy. She made herself read everyword though she wanted to scan down to the instructions her Master had outlinedat the end of the letter. ?Aerial, you are now ready to finish your training. You must prepare yourselffor the journey to my home as well as your mind and body for our first meeting.? Hereyes drank in the words with anticipation.. "Put me down!" she squirms."No can do, I'm taking you hostage," I snigger, stroking her backside.Gently, I drop her onto the bed, and I pull her dress over her head. She's wearing the red lingerie I only had a glimpse of last week, and I leave it on, enjoying the feeling of the lace against my chest. My mouth is immediately on her neck, and I growl gently as I nibble and kiss her."I've missed you, Matthew," she sighs to my touch.I hold her hands on either side of her head and gaze over her. I kissed her goodbye and went to work; telling her that I would call her later. I called her at lunch time and asked her. “What time did Marcus leave?” “He left around nine thirty,” she replied. I asked, “Did you have fun?” “Yes we did,” she replied, “I know that I said that I would never let him fuck me, but.” I could hear in her tone of voice that she wasn’t finished with her sentence. “But?” I asked. “But I did baby, I begged him to fuck me,” she said softly, “I needed him to, I got.