..” or “My how interesting...”, but they really only said it in an effort to fill the conversational void that telling someone that you rode a b...ke for a living usually created.Now my life had taken a turn for the, well, I’m not sure what it had taken a turn toward ... I mean on one hand I was all for whatever was happening. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t be, right? On the other hand, I was worried. What was I getting myself into? How would this turn out in the end? Could I really keep five. “Yes Mistress.” He wondered where this was going. “And to your friends, no doubt she’s just some secretary, am I right?” He couldn’t really answer right away. Thinking on it he couldn’t ever remember a time he had referred to Renee as his secretary. She was always just Renee.“Well, are you going to answer me?”“No, I don’t believe I’ve ever called her that. I-I really like her a lot.”“Did I just hear correctly? You like her?” Her voice rose with incredulity.“Yes Mistress M.” He raised his own. I said into her ear and she instantly started struggling. Tightening my grip on her I started pulling at her shirt and heard the fabric ripping. She tried to kick me and I tossed her onto the ground and started ripping at her shirt. She was grunting and trying to push me away. I tore her shirt exposing her white sports bra and she said no. I didn't stop though and I could tell my dick was growing in my shorts. I squeezed her boobs and she moaned in discomfort and then I pull her bra of her tots. Tina pulled the door open and invited him into the house. She smiles shyly as he walked past her. He headed over to the couch where she offered him a drink, "water would be great" he said as he plopped down. she handed him a glass of water and went back to the kitchen, to finish dinner, after she had the food on the plate she crushed half a sleeping pill and sprinkled it on his food, "dinners done" she called to him bringing the food to the dinning room. They sat down and ate their food, and.