It was dragon's eggand you should be thankful for it." she continued with a somewhatpenetrating squint. "Dragon's egg! Have I really just drunk a drag...n'segg" I complained at the idea, but it seemed equally obvious that it hadjust saved my life. This life was something I was happy to leave behindjust a few short moments ago, but now I felt unusually pleased to stillbe around. Finding the strength to get to my feet I looked around to seethe dragon lying dead in the field with a wooden steak. All differences were put aside for one night. John asked if we could go back to his place before midnight. I was disappointed but it was his choice since it was his visit. I didnt realize he had an alternative motive. We got back to his apartment suite and start to unwrap all the layers we had on and put the fire on. I change into white silk pajama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers. I went into the kitchen and made us some drinks to toast the New Year as John came in with just his boxers. He had left the house at 6:30, and it was almost 8:00 now. As she lay there wondering if anyone was actually going to show up, she idly fingered the rings in her nipples. Her hand then strayed to the ring through her clit hood, and she gently tugged on it, moaning softly. She did not finger her sex, as her Master had forbidden her to, and she would have to tell him if she did, and he would punish her. She let loose of her clit ring, and fingered the metal loops on the brown leather collar. I sat for a long moment, wondering what to do, knowing that this night was about to get me into trouble.Do I sneak out, and sit at work in fear that at the next meeting I am at where she is she will recognize me, pull me aside? Or do I just go back out there, mount the roller coaster and hang on for dear life?My head was pounding as a touched up my lipstick, but as I pulled out my perfume, I knew what my only answer was. Let's face the music -- and dance. Slowly.I went back to the bar, but.