There was a nice guy who I had been talking to for a while, and I got to know a little better than the average phone fuck. He was friendly and sweet, ...nd made me comfortable. One night, he finally asked me if I wanted to get together. I was surprised it took him so long to pop that question, but maybe that was why I felt so comfortable with him. I was nervous, but I decided that it was time to give it a shot. We agreed to meet at a local motel. I got dressed in a sexy tight, mini-skirt, blouse,. I want to own you. I want to be able to do whatever I want with you whenever I want and I want you to be ready to accept whatever that is. Right now I want you to get dressed and go home. If you come back to work tomorrow I’ll take that as agreement and I will begin to train you to be a proper sex slave. If you don’t agree than for your own sake, please don’t come back.’ ‘He watched as she cobbled her clothes together and hurried out of his office without saying a word. He had read her thoughts. " I concentrated and the doll he was working on came to life and sat up. Hendricks pulled back as she swung her legs over the edge of the table."Thank you doctor," She said, then pointed to one of the other dolls. "Can you help my friend?" I'll try," he answered.Together they lifted another doll onto the table and began working on her. In moments she was whole again and the three began working on another. Soon there were four dolls dressed as nurses helping Hendricks at the table while others. Simples!The second rule was that they were not to telephone or have any contact with one another after they split up at Ashford station except in an emergency and the third that they were not to broadcast the week with others ever…Though they could and would have a post mortem afterwards together, either here in this pub once again or in a neutral place of choice! Each man had then told their no doubt sexually bored and long suffering partner, about this swapping game in a minimalistic way, but.