“Yes, Emmy, I have no intention of sharing you with anyone. I thought I’d made that remarkably clear,” he said, a bit more gruffly than he inten...ed.“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.“Emmy, if you don’t want…” he started.She interrupted again, “I want, very much! Does that mean I don’t have to share you, either?”He cupped her face and said, “Look at me, my sweet slut. That is exactly what that means. I may be kinky as fuck, but I’m a one sub Master. I want monogamy, Emmy. I want you, and only you.”A. We finished and headed back to my car. “So um… thanks for everything, where’s your place at?” “Not far, I’ll direct you”, she said. After a quick drive, we stopped outside her apartment complex. “So…” she said, “you wanna see those ropes I mentioned earlier? You should get an idea before buying anything.” “Oh…” I muttered, “yeah sure, I suppose”. I parked my car and we went in. Did she mean what I hoped? We entered her place, it was quaint, not overly decorated, nor very feminine. I. He's estranged from his family because of his beliefs and he's become a sort of an atheist militant. And, it appears, an atheist asshole to boot." He didn't need to be so mean." No, he did not." Tears rolled down her cheeks and Paul used the back of his finger to stroke one away. "Hey..." He called me an idiot!"Paul slipped his arm around her shoulders. Cheyenne took off her glasses and leaned against his shoulder, sobbing softly. "I know you're no idiot, Shy. I think you're very intelligent.". I didn't hide my staring or try to hide the tent pole in my jeans.“It's a long time since a man has looked at me like that,” she said.“What!” I said in feigned surprise, “A lovely lady like you. I thought you'd be fighting off young men.”She giggled again and said,“You are naughty.”I sat back putting my hands behind me on the floor and thrust my legs forward so they were straight out in front of me. That way the bulge in my jeans was as obvious as it could be and I noticed that Eileen had a.