On the other hand, Amy had such great social graces (and managed to hide from the world what a slut she could be), I figured things would probably go ...moothly.Amy arrived for our first meeting. We hugged in greeting, and I kept back so my boner would not poke Amy in the stomach. Amy gave me her sly grin as she sat down, but we both were totally business, at least outwardly. We talked at great length about her proposed project comparing women’s age at first marriage in different countries and. Sie schrieb: „Sklave, du bist mir in der letzten Zeit etwas zu frech geworden! Hemmungslos lässt du dir von deiner Herrin den Schwanz blasen und spritzt auch noch auf mein Gesicht ab. Ich glaube, ich werde dich einmal wieder etwas härter anfassen müssen, damit dir bewusst wird wer von uns beiden die Herrin ist und wer der Sklave! Wie du weißt, werde ich nächste Woche verreisen und während meiner Abwesenheit erteile ich dir Wichsverbot! Oder genauer ausgedrückt: Abspritzverbot — denn wichsen. I figured that it had to be a case of mistaken identity or something.But the third time, that a complete stranger walked up to me and slapped me around the face, I really thought it was about time I talked to the lady in question and found out what her problem was.Look okay the first time I saw her, or rather felt her distain. I was out with the lads on Ronnie's stag do, and it was highly probable that one of the guys might have taken a verbal liberty with the young lady that she had mistakenly. Young women ... can be so vulnerable.”“And stupid.”“So you blame yourself?”“I was drunk. I let him invite himself in. Let him kiss me. When I said no, he called me a prick tease. I thought he was a nice guy, too. I just let him...”“I’m sorry. For all men.”“Whatever. Then my roommate thought I should get over it. You know, she was pretty forceful too. Comforted me, you know? But it was nice. But she wasn’t really into it, at least not exclusively. Kind of a party girl I guess. Not really into.