"First rule is this. You are my slave and you belong to me. You will do anything I want and as your soul is mine I can whatever I want with you. From ...his night forth you are no longer a free woman Nessie Carter. You are my property and exist only for my pleasure!!!" dictated Noor in an arrogant angry tone.Nessie nodded. She was now in for a life of slavery."Second rule. You will not tell anyone about this. In public you will be nice to me and address me as Noor. But when we are alone you will. I had found a place where I could converse with others from all over the world and have some fun at the same time. That is how I found Heather or “Professional Lady” as I first knew her. Soon we were chatting two or three times a week, sometimes for an hour or more. As our on-line relationship developed I started to find out more and more about her. She was also divorced and 42, ran her own small travel agency employing about 20 people in their two offices. Although she travelled widely and met. I go out to pick up some random girl, fuck her senseless, just so I can forget about B for an hour. Then, figures, I pick up yet another girl who looks almost exactly like her. Get the hell outta my head, B! ‘Okay, I think you should leave now.’ Faith said casually, not betraying what was going on in her mind. The blonde scoffed. ‘So what, that’s it? Just get some, then get gone?’ Faith smirked, remembering her motto before she’d met Buffy. It had been a lifetime ago since she’d first met Buffy. I didn't feel the need to take her, just the desire, and that made my urges much easier to deal with."I like this." Helen smiled into my face, softly pressing back and allowing her body to stimulate mine with its soft touch. "One time, Charlotte and I just spent the entire morning in bed, just holding each other like this." Sounds sweet." I rubbed my fingers against the small of her back, running one along the ridge of her tailbone."Touch me..." She moaned softly, pulling away so that there was.