I arrived to hear Donna telling Mom, " ... not feeling well. She asked me to bring her a small plate of food. Is that okay?"Mom said, "I'll take her o...e." Mom made up a plate and took it to Carol. The rest of us finished dishing up all the other plates, and took our food to the table.Mom returned without the plate and said, "Carol's upset about something but wouldn't tell me what. She just needs some time, I think."#3: #1: We had our dinner. I couldn't help thinking it was such a pity. Carol. I had to go with the first. Since I asked him to dinner, maybe I had to also ask him to bed? Nothing to lose? Here goes.Turning towards him on the couch, I took his hand and started in, “Bill, I really liked dinner and your company. I have another request. I’ve been broken up with a boyfriend for two months and when you are in a relationship you get used to some things. I miss having a man to have dinner with and that’s why I asked you. I also miss having a man to sleep with and I’d like you to. I lay there next to Meadow for a long while as I remembered my friends and their women, and how they had found them. (See Ruth and Rebeca for details)Meadow awoke with a start. She began to cry. I turned toward her, and asked, “Are you in pain, sweet Meadow?”“No, my Master. You must leave today, and I have been unable to pleasure you. I am a poor slave girl unable to make her Master happy,” she wailed through her tears and sobs.“Sweet Meadow, it is not your fault. You are injured. I would not. I felt him touch his stiffness against the top of my cincher. I thought I knew what he wanted, the equivalent of a down payment on the room, a blow job. I reached around and worked my hand up between us and found his large cock and heavy balls. He breathed hard as I grabbed him. I masturbated him and found his fly. His hands shifted behind me to grab my panties and pull up on them in order to push the thick black buttplug deeper into me. I opened his pants and freed his cock. It was.