The lady reminded slave of an a****l stalking its prey as she circled the bed checking the slave out. She did not speak at first but once she stopped...and stood at the end of the bed, she looked at Master and told him, “Oh I am going to have fun with Your little slut tonight Sir.” The slave was surprised by the lady calling Master, Sir. What did that mean? All the slave could think was that Master must have told the lady about Master and slave’s relationship and had explained to her that it. That night she wanted to celebrate the end of the conference and the award, so she asked me out to dinner. She chose an upscale restaurant a short taxi-ride away. She paid for the exquisite meal and I was really blown away by her kindness. I was secretly loving the stares of the men, but even more so the women who seemed to be jealously eyeing us both.Liz ordered a fine bottle of wine for me even though she only drank juice. I felt bad but she explained that she didn’t want to risk getting the. The evening passed slowly an I dozed off on the couch. I was awakened in the early hours by the front door banging open. I was not shoced or surprised as I knew it was mom and dad comming home, drunk as usual; falling down drunk. In they came into the living room giggling and laughing, fooling around and falling around. As one, without speaking to me the, they made for the stairs up to the bedrooms. I did not bother turning around as I had seen this many times before. I could hear foot steps. I politely declined and then leaned against the passenger side of his rig as we took the measure of each other. “Name’s Rhett.” I nodded and told him my nick name and he chuckled. He looked me up and down as I did the same with him. Two males could not be more different but I felt the strong attraction between us and eased in to a conversation with him. Rhett asked me if I regularly cruised this particular truck stop to which I responded no, as I lived 70 miles farther east. But I was familiar.