” She hugged me tight and kissed me again. We stayed in bed till noon and had sex three more times. She told me how much it meant to them that I ca...l them ‘master’. Before I was born it was a tradition that we would call them master and they call us pet. It was a sign of honor between the two. The tradition got lost somewhere along the way. I told her I loved it and would always honor my masters. “Well, I was hoping you would say that. I bought you something; well actually, I had it made for. ”“Yes she is,” Marcia smiled.After the meal, her suspicions soon became proved. Simon and Karissa led Marcia to the basement, like the one in the Appalachians, his lab, and the larger bed replacing the cot.“Relax,” said Karissa. “I know you miss Simon. Don’t mind me.”Simon pulled Marcia into a kiss, which eventually relaxed her and excited her enough for both of them to eagerly shed their clothes and become naked together.“Just fuck me,” Marcia moaned when they lay on the bed.“You know I like. All those men are only a preview, appetizers for the main course. The crowd was getting rowdy behind us. Now I could hear catcalls and whistles. “Fuck that bitch!” and “Can I have some, too?”A man yelled, “Get a room!” A woman yelled, “Perverts!” Laughter everywhere. By turning my head I could watch them watching us. I saw admiration, disgust, yearning, and many hands rubbing their owners' crotches. I was a spectacle. I was what everyone wanted and/or despised. I loved it.I couldn't think. The days I didn’t hear anything from you were my worst days. So, I took myself off social media to try to get over this infatuation, crush, whatever you want to call it. But it doesn’t work.I sit there thinking about you, about what we could be doing or talking about if we were together. I lay at night thinking about how it would be to hold you, to wake up next to you. I know we have done it before but, that was a very long time ago and we have both changed.I’ve tried to tell you how I feel.