But it did not stop me from noticing him and lusting after him. There was something sexual brewing but we both ignored it until we decided to meet for...a dinner. The dinner was platonic and only official topics discussed but as we were leaving the restaurant, I did not want the evening to end. We stopped for paan, tried to elongate the time we had but finally he dropped me home. Nothing happened but that night, I got wet thinking of what I wanted him to do to me actually.I met him frequently. I pray to improve forever."He leaves her there and she goes into obeisance position. Face to ground, tongue touching the floor and ass in the air to await further commands from the Owner or one of his wives or employees, or higher slaves who are dressed.The Owner is never to be referred to as "my" owner as it is the slave who is owned-completely. It is not a slave and master relationship. There is NO relationship. The slave is not an "I" as the slave has nothing nor any right to anything, not. "Goldeneye!" Shit man! I haven't played that in decade. Go set that up!" Samreplied enthusiastically.John got up and started moving stuff around to get at the back of theTV. Silence filled the air. They had both been friends for a long time,but really didn't have much to talk about anymore. Their friendship wasstronger than that, but it was still a little awkward. Sam glancedaround the living room. It was his first time here. John and Kristinewere renting a small house out here in suburbia.. "Doing the trick or turning one, more like, was going to be tricky for Avril but i-Bad, who planned all and had sent that e-mail, made it simple, if not easy, for her. Avril's behaviour at the father and son dinner the night before certainly made it easier for Joe to accept his wife's willingness to put out sexual favours for all and sundry. He had obviously married a sex-crazed nympho and he was very happy it was going to pay off.Joe read off the e-mail and explained Mr. Peters' terms. The.