But everyone just calls me Steph.” Steph stuck her hand out. The handsome man with no name looked at her. Grabbed her hand and kissed it. It made h...r nearly cream herself. Thank god for panties at this moment. “Pleased to meet you Steph. The name is Jack.” “Jack. Nice to meet you. Sorry to sound so forward. Are you one of those guys trying to get me to agree to some type of threesome or foursome?” Jack looks at her and just chuckles, “Tempting as an offer as that is….no and no. I’m. " Ooh, what game?" Sort of a 'blind-girls bluff'..." you squinch your face in curiosity and a little bit of playful distrust as I hand you a set of heavy, thick sunglasses, the kind that wrap around and cover your eyes from all angles. "Put these on and pretend you can't see. You have to be good at pretending or you don't get your present."You put on the sunglasses and of course you can still see perfectly. "Wait here, I'll come around and get you." I walk around the car, fiddling with. They’ll all think I’m disgusting and won’t want to date me. All the boys are whispering that I’m a slut. Have you heard about that?” “Why on earth would they say that?” “I was talking to my boyfriend’s friend and we went out together and afterwards people starting talking. I swear I never slept with him.” “Of course you didn’t.” Mr. and Mrs. Brown were soothing my back and wiping away my tears. I was wearing my bikini and crying hard. I was thinking the weed and alcohol were probably. Her Controller had promised her that. Soon, the last nagging worry that disturbed her perfect slavery would be gone, the very memory of the existence of a life outside of slavery, and she would belong, body and soul, to the Controller. She came hard at the notion, but no passer-by would see even a twitch of her body out of place as she walked. Her Controller had trained her very well not to betray her orgasm. She knew that at some point, in the past, she had not been able to control it quite so.