Mowing the entire lawn and trimming the many edges by hand took about seven hours. By the time I finished, after a full inspection and my personal app...oval, I sauntered over to the back door and knocked sheepishly. Out of the darkness stepped Mrs. B. with the same houserobe but this time buttoned in front. She handed me another ice cold bottle of Dr. Pepper and asked me to follow her around for her inspection. She walked without speaking, nodded her head at times and finally said, "Much. You feel your lover, excited by your hardness and readiness, moving against you. Feel their desire. Slow strokes, Shawn. That's a good boy. There's no rush, no urgency other than passion. You stand in the beautiful sunshine and undress each other, sensually and slowly. You reveal your bodies to one another teasingly. Each bit revealed is explored and kissed and touched. You learn each other's taste and texture. You smell your lover's intoxicating scent, growing steadily more pronounced as they. I knew there could be cooking, and cleaning, and stripping myself naked, posing seductively, kneeling, and licking my master's feet, but the true essence of a slave girl's life would be to provide the full range of exquisite, intimate, sexual services that could be commanded of her, performing all of them immediately and willingly. While my previous experiments with Cristina had always brought me intense psychological excitement, this time I only felt dread at the future of submission and. Let me amend that statement: She said a few times she thought she might have had an orgasm. However, even though I was young and inexperienced, I still knew that if you only thought you had an orgasm, you probably didn’t. Maybe the reason that she didn’t have an orgasm was because I wasn’t the gender that she was attracted to. Corey went on, “And you might find this crazy, but when I see the back of her neck, I get…I get wet!” Hearing her longing to become physically involved with her friend.