" Nope. No way. I'm not showing it to anyone, 'cause I can just bet that you'll end up telling everyone what I wrote, and I don't need the aggravation..."I started to turn away, and she grabbed my arm again. "I wouldn't do that ... really."I looked at the hand on my arm, then into her eyes. She moved the hand, but held the look. I said, "I don't believe you, and you know why. You've pulled this kind of stuff before, and I'm not interested in a repeat." I turned away again, and over my shoulder. Most guys would’ve thought he was crazy giving up a night with Sally for some old lady’s cooking, but if there was one thing he’d learned in his short life it was that there was no shortage of girls who were great in the bedroom, but women who were great in the kitchen were a rare commodity these days.“Would a quarter past six be okay with you?” Harriet asked.“That would be fine.”“Good, then I’ll see you then,” Harriet smiled as she got out of the truck.Just over twenty-four hours later, Brian. Profile read, 24 year old female seeking stability. In the photo was a slim, busty, attractive young lady. 5 foot 5, black hair, eyes and a smile that could turn any man straight and any woman lesbian. I clicked. We chatted, we hooked up. She flew over to vist me for 3 weeks in June.One night, we were laying on the bed watching some TV and chatting. The light from the TV was shining onto her and I was checking her out. Her tits were more than a handful, nice, big and natural. She was wearing a. You?ve been a very good boy, not interfering, slave. We?re going to have lots of fun, I think.Joe: Yes, Mistress. I?m kind of freaking out.Becky: Well that?s the point. I?m here to scare the shit out of you, slave. Why don?t you lick your fingers and play with your titties for me?Joe: Yes, Mistress. (I did.)Becky: Oh, that?s sweet. (Oh my God, she could see me. She must have activated my camera too.)Becky: Now, I?ll just be fixing myself as a.