I got Miranda's number and called her to arrange a 'date', though I'd never been on such a promise in my life. I arranged a restaurant to meet her in ...ear to where she lived in North London, and when she turned up she did look good. Classy dress, knee high boots, and of course her sexy bob cut. We made small talk, asking what we'd been up to etc.....but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like rabbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation.. What he says though is that he wants my time, my attention for the whole weekend.”“So did you tell him anything yet?”“Just that I wanted to talk to you. But honey, I think it's pretty exciting. It could be a lot of fun. Honestly I think I'd like to explore spending a time with him for more than just quick sex like we have been doing. Would that be okay with you? Cause if it bothers you I won't do it.” She was saying all the right words. This was the kind of thing that my fantasies were made of.. ? ?Jim, please, I couldn’t help myself?, she blushed and whimpered. ?You know my hands were locked behind me.? ?That’s no excuse?, I said with a sardonic smile on my face. ?Slaves never have excuses. You probably drove that poor man out of his mind. You must be made to may for your crime.? ?But?, but, Jim, I?uh.? ?You have no excuse. I should have taken you back into his office and removed your cape so he could see what kind of slave you are.? Abbey was. Will you let me take off your jeans, Uncle Bob? I really want to see what's there waiting for me. The hardness and the throbbing desire that longs to be inside my volcanic depths.Oh, Uncle Bob! May I kiss the waking giant on his handsome head? May I kiss him up and down his sides? May I bathe him with my tongue? May I suck him, too?Oh, Uncle Bob! I'm so wet between my thighs! And I'm burning hot, too! Can I take off my panties? Will you kiss my thighs and lick them? Will you suck them? Will you.