There was now nothing that she would not do for her master.She stood in front of the lift wondering how it had got this far, it had started as a fanta...y, then as a story and now it was about to happen.Heather departed the lift, about to meet her master for the first time, she had his instructions via text: Room 104 let yourself in. She stood nervously at the door, about to meet him. She knocked but there was no answer, she pushed the door gently, it opened. Biting her lip timidly she moved. It was with great pride that I turned with my new wife to face those who had attended the wedding. No man could have been happier or prouder as we were presented to our guests. We had rented the largest room in town for the reception. The room was packed full of our family, friends, classmates, and associates. We had a great time with all of our friends wishing Mit and I well. As the evening wore on, substantial quantities of food and alcohol disappeared. Even Mit and I got a little tipsy.. I talked with my friend and came back to her. I said, “You go to that hut in the corner. My friend has a spare dress from his customer who had left it while leaving. He thinks it will suit you. You can wear it till the laundry service dry your clothes.”Then I gave her the key to the hut and went to collect her dress. I got the dress and went to the hut. I knocked on the hut door and she opened the door. She wrapped her body with a towel and a few drops of water were on her shoulders. Her hairs. I noticed her nipples had graduated from timid poking too glaringly obvious. I raised an eyebrow and looked back into her face and gave her an approving nod. She returned it, then cocked her head. I pulled myself back up against her so her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest as we swayed to the beat. I leaned into her ear and my other hand circled to her lower back, pulling her in. "You dance well," I said into her neck, trying to be heard. "This isn't dancing," she laughed, then.