He stood up again and watched her through molten eyes as he unbuckled his belt. ‘Release your hair from that clasp I want to see it down.’ ‘You ...ike telling people what to do don’t you?’ She asked giving him a mischievous side long glance. ‘I like to be obeyed.’ He replied, grinning crookedly. She could tell he was only half joking. He stepped out of his trousers and climbed on to the bed crawling towards her. ‘Your hair, I want to see it down.’ She scooted away from him until her back hit. I rushed to her aid, and as I helped her to her feet, the bus drove off. She swore under her breath, unimpressed with her ill fortune.Leaning on me for support, she hobbled to a bench. I knelt to examine her injury, enjoying the opportunity to hold her warm calf. I had hopes of being able to bandage her sprain, giving me more time to covertly fondle her leg, but unfortunately for me there was no bruising. I realised she had merely turned her ankle rather than sprained it, and after a few. “And don’t tell me you met at the diner.”Jason did not meet his fiance’s mom at a diner. He doesn’t even know where Greene Street is. He met her at his friend Jimmy’s house.Not wanting to go to college virgins, they found ‘Busty Momma’ on an online ad. A taxi brought her right to Jimmy’s front door. Jimmy’s parents were out of town at one of their many conferences so they had the whole house to themselves.And for the record, it was money well spent. She and those big jugs fucked their socks. I want it badly. I yearn for it.’ he insisted. ‘But it’s not mine to take.’ ‘What do you mean?’ she asked, almost fearfully. ‘When I agreed to be your slave, which was something I had to do just to be allowed in your life. And Victoria’s.’ he added. ‘To make it work, to be able to do it and function, I had to commit myself to it fully, to myself most of all. I don’t know if I really want to be a slave, but once I agreed to it, it had to be full bore. And that means to me that I can have no.