He murmured something I didn’t understand and stroked a finger down my cheek. Mentally, I rebelled, denying whatever it was I saw in his eyes. ‘Te...l me what I want to hear,’ he said, his voice deep and gently vibrant. My mind flashed to a conversation not so long ago. I heard the echo of him, his voice steely and determined. . . . You’re mine, you belong to me, I own you… you will admit it. ‘I belong to you, sir,’ I said diffidently, slowly feeling my way through this new and completely unknown. " I had to keep telling himthings that only the two of us would know. Finally, he realizedthat he was talking to me. And then I began to tell him how Iactually was not me anymore. We talked for over an hour. Ibegged him to come visit and he said that he could come onFriday but that he would have to return to Richmond Sundaymorning."I will have to come as Dan and not Danielle. You know this widebody does not travel well in skirts." We both laughed."Just come. I need a friend right now." I gave. Wendy urged me back up to standing, slapped me on the ass and said, “Face down on the table, babe!” I assumed the position and she started the most thorough, professional, and deep massage I have ever received. Very professional, except when she reached the inside tops of my thighs, where she slowly slid across the back of my balls and down the length of my cock with a single firm finger, eliciting a deep grown turned into growl from me. Wendy then moved my legs together in the center of the. "Be right back. Take off your shoes and socks"My hands are shaking uncontrollably as I unlace my sneakers and pull off my socks. It's going to happen. I can't stop shaking.Jake is back. He stops at the bar to finish his wine. He has removed the sandals that he had been wearing. He walks over and stands in front of me. According to my fantasy, the next move is mine, I take it. With a deep breath, I reach out with a still shaking hand and touch the front of his jeans. Getting bolder I rub the.