"Are you sure about this?"I started again. My hands traced her curves. She had curves like I couldn't believe for such a butch lesbian like her."Alex,...I've been waiting for this since I met you."This time, she kissed me. She threw one leg over my lap and kissed me with everything she had. She was a great kisser. She buried her face in my neck and bit me. She sucked on my neck and kissed me. I felt rushes of tingly excitement through my heart.I pulled off Alex's shirt. She never wore a bra and. That guy must be a jogger. His backside is more pronounced than his wife’s. The thought of Patrick’s wife forced Benjamin to keep his lust in check. Francis was the barrier between Benjamin’s steel and Patrick’s mounds, yet if it wasn’t for Francis’s womb, the couple would never have invited Benjamin into their home in the first place. Patrick jumped a bit as he put the mail on the dining room table. ‘Oh. You’re up.’ He walked through the dining room to Benjamin’s side. ‘How did you sleep? Was. She got every drop.We both sat on the couch, trying to catch our breath. "Is this the way that I will get greeted every day?" I asked."At least on the days that you play dirty tricks on me!" she replied.I smiled at her and said, "Let's watch some TV." I went to the computer and queued up the video. I fast-forwarded through Becky leaving in the morning, then me leaving. The next thing it showed was Becky coming home.Becky walked through the door and stripped off her clothes. "Good girl," I said. I had not expected to be quizzed like an unprepared schoolgirl. "Because I am a slave, mistress," I attempted.She smiled. "Yes, of course, but really, why are you a slave?"I wondered what she expected me to say, what the right answer was. Was it because three men had broken into my apartment the night before and abducted me, a knife at my throat? Was it because I had been tricked into attending a club with Cristina? Or was it something deeper, more primordial, more unconscious? "I am a slave.