Are you?" Didn't think of it before. I get kind of excited when I talk to you." She picked up a picture of Sharon and me in our bathing suits with my ...rms around her, "Who's the lucky girl?" My cousin, Sharon. It was her father's funeral I attended." Favorite cousin, I'll bet." Yeah, she's in a lot of grief right now."I had forgotten about the ropes hanging on the bedposts. She touched them and pulled them out to see the hand and foot loops with metallic snaps, looked at them and then at me.. Yet if that word is ever uttered then our relationship could never continue as it had been. Once that word is spoken, then she would no longer be my Slave.It has yet to be uttered.Oh, by the way, my name is Caesar. I'm Marnie's Master and, this may surprise you, friend. A Slave is not simply a sexual object, though at times I certainly use her in this fashion. It's a lifestyle between two consenting adults. Out of the privacy of our lives, we are two upper-middle-class individuals that hold. Wo shayad nahi chahti thi ki main uske muh me girau. But she again surprise me. Usne fir se mera land hilana shuru kar diya aur apna muh mere land ke tip ke paas khol diya. Kuch hi der m maine apni life ek time ka nikala sabse jyada cum ek chikh m uske muh pe chhod diya. Aaahhhh…best day of my life. Wo turant uthi aur andar bhaag gai. Bathroom se nal ke paani ki aur uske thukne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. M wahin let gaya. Mera land cum girne ke baad abhi bhi khada tha jo aajse pehle kabhi nahi hua. She wiped my hand clean, wiped my arm up to my shoulder, across my throat and chest, and down the other arm to my hand.I tried to smile up at her and I knew I was stupid because she couldn’t see me. I caught her hand and brought it up to my lips so she could see me smiling at her. She smiled back, felt down my arm, took my hand in hers, and held it and I knew I was going to be OK. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed.The woman, I knew she was Alex’s mother even with a surgical mask on her.