How odd. The person who’d sat next to her wasn’t dressed like the rest of the congregation. He was wearing rough clothes – corduroy trousers, a ...eavy tartan shirt, some sort of scarf round his neck. His hair was long and tied back in a pony-tail, and he was bearded. More to the point, she recognised him.Their eyes met, and he smiled. “Welcome,” he said, “glad to see you here.”“Thank you.”“I’m sorry, did you say something?”That was Sasha, on the other side of her. “Nothing,” Helen said, turning. Andsince she was still in charge, and always would be, my hair would bechanged to suit her mood. I was her Barbie doll and I was okay withthat. ?Go change,? I said, ?we?re going out.?Peyton went to change. She came out of the bedroom in a simple floraldress that ended just above the knee. She was wearing two-inch heels.It was another one of the rules she had put in place. Not only was mycock still trapped in its prison, but now it was mandated that wheneverwe went out my heels had to be higher. I saw a flash of anger in his eyes and decided my handsome stranger had a passionate nature with a temper to match."If you don't want me I'm going."He said, "I don't like wasting my time on people who wind me up. You're annoying me. Either come with me or don't bother." I do want you."I told him, "But I'm enjoying this. I like talking to you. I like your company."He warmed to me the moment I said that and his eyes lit up and he smiled."Thank you it's nice of you to say that." "Tell me about. I was a very shy person but I did desires. I was human after all. Before that my best sexual experience was tossing off to magazines in the bathroom .Anyhow, she came close to me. I could smell the sweet perfume that she was wearing. It was very exotic. I could see her nipples getting erect even under from a thin nightie. She was almost as tall as I was cause she was wearing high heels. She kissed me on the lips and told me to relax. That first kiss was awesome thigh it was brief. She told me.