With this in mind, a silent pledge to stay strong and refuse any advances, I opened the door.He walked in. Jeans hugging his tight ass, shirt showing ...ff his magnificent chest muscles, just as I remembered him. With the cocky attitude I recalled too well he waved some USB stick at me, looked at me and spat out, "On your knees bitch!"I laughed in his face, so sure he was trying to play an old game and hoping I would go along with it. As much as I desired to get on my knees just to humour him, I. I asked him if he was interested in her when they went to College together and he told me that at that time (which I knew) she had an affair with her Art Professor and that he tried a few times to get to her but she was very much into that married guy. I told him I knew about that from reading her journal and he was really interested in that little secret. I asked him smiling if he wanted to know what she thought about him and what all happened in her affair and he almost blushed but said. No. But that was the nature of their relationship: miss Brat was his domina, his mistress, his sole owner, and he was forced to obey and listen to every word she said. He was just her married sub, her slave, her obedient little man, so he set out to find the address and fulfill his task. It was only the first of his Herculean tasks – two more will follow, she said – but he was already shivering with anticipation. After all, miss Brat knew what’s best for him and he wanted to be a good boy.He. Jennifer turned and stared at Karen in disbelief. If I had been out there running around half naked, the last thing on my mind would be finding a guy with a garden hose for a cock to bang me." No idea." Monica said as she turned to enter the stall and get out of her harness.As the pulled the straps from her and got her freed from the harness, Monica stepped forward and bent over the sawhorse again. Jennifer hesitated, and then sighing stepped forward and started to work the tail out of her.