" Well of course not," she scoffed. "A woman leads her man from his side or behind their own doors, not from in front." I suppose that would work," I ...aughed."Tis nature," she nodded solemnly, "and not to be fooled with." She paused for a moment and looked to the side and said softly, "Of course there are some that need to be doing a bit of screaming public or otherwise." What?" I asked but she just smiled sadly and shook her head.Anyway we talked about a lot of things that night and I suppose. What was it with this guy? He hardly knew me. Did I know this girl whose birthday party this was? Did he THINK I knew her?“It’s her 18th birthday!” he sang, giving me a big, dumb toothy grin.‘Snore,’ I thought to myself, having visions of watching a number of giddy teens playing video games and trading make-up secrets.“Oh! And bring your cameras!”“Cameras?” I asked sceptically, suddenly feeling taken advantage of. Was all he wanted a free photographer?“Your digital; and a couple of video- cams. " Ryan asked. Hunter spoke up; "You jack us off so good." I kinda blushed, I couldn't believe I was listening to my sons asking me to jack them off and telling me how good I was at giving them hand jobs. "Please boys. Do this for me." I smiled at them and stuck my tits out a bit, to give them something to distract them with. Hunter asked me "Will you still sit there?" "Of course honey, I won't go any where. I think your fantasy woman would love to watch the both of you get yourselves off. It is. Setting the Scene; Christian has lost his beautiful slave. Anastasia has become an assistant editor at a Seattle Magazine. Ana has managed to get herself in a kettle of trouble with her boss, Jack who is steamed and at full-boil.Fresh:It all felt fresh and anew since I had left Christian nearly three months ago. Fresh and invigorated, taking pride in my new job as an assistant editor at a Seattle publishing company. All the soreness in my bum and the violet purple bruises had faded away. I was.