So being a slave means that you obey without question. But what if he would ask you to do something that is wrong?". Carla said.Lisa thought about it ...or a while and the answered. "I trust him to do what is right. If he betrayed that trust I wouldn't want to be his slave anymore. And that's what I am afraid off." What do you mean?". Carla asked"I'm afraid that he doesn't want me as his slave now that I have betrayed his trust."Carla nodded. "I think that being a slave or master also means being. Had she emailed the committee regarding the time change? She glanced at her clock radio and saw it was fifteen minutes before her alarm would go off anyway. Slowly her mind began to remember things from yesterday. Yes, the email was sent just as her boss barged into her office and ogled her while spouting a whole litany of garbage about a new dress code. Putting up with him would distract the most organized person.She burrowed back down into her pillow to at least try and get a few more minutes. Okay, she could play along. So, exercise completed, a vigorous workout with a demanding trainer, she felt great, although a little tired and sore. She was already in great shape as a result of her consistent exercise and semi-careful diet. She wasn’t thin, but not heavy, with shapely legs, fullish breasts and a heart shaped ass that was just a tiny bit plump. She readied for her trip with a long shower, extra preparation, being very careful to shave her pubic area, including the few light. Standing back I admire the image, feeling how lucky I am having someone as beautiful as you are, your glorious curves illustrating the petite frame that is your body. You don’t notice me as I stand taking your beauty. For a few moments I stand back watching you. Trying to stay unnoticed as I approach you occupied by brushing your flowing hair. As I near your perfume fills my nostrils an overpowering sweet fragrance. My lips close in on your neck as I lean into you, your tropical skin getting.