In the absence of any other pleasures that she could find in her own home. Holding the colorful Bloody Mary in her hand, she sat down on the bed in he... room near the telephone. Once more she brought out the underground newspaper and turned it to the page that had interested her. The blonde woman scanned until she reached the small ad again, and then her heart started thumping, for it read:Attractive bachelor, 37 years old, wishes to meet charming ladies for mutual pleasure. Experienced in. We smiled and kiss again, emptying our minds and going deeper into the sea of desire until finally I can feel him, we are one, he’s so big, and he’s mine, totally mine, I love how I feel with him, I love how he feels with me, inside me, his hands over me… He stayed still, I wanted for him to move but he held me while breathing hard, trying to control himself and said: ‘I love how you feel around me and how I feel inside and outside you’. I just let him say it, no response comes from me but I am. How many?” Melinda yanked her hands away. “Did you break up with me just to become a whore?” “No!” Sarie was horrified. “I am not a whore!” “How many bitches did you bang then? How long did you know them? Two weeks, two minutes? How do you think your precious church is going to accept you when they find out you’re not only a dyke, but a whore?” Open mouthed, Sarie stared at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Who.” The word strangled in her throat. She cleared it. “Who are you?” . .. and do you know why?"Amber looked up into his eyes and shook her said saying, "No Master."Duke looked down at her and then held his hand out to her and gently pulled her back to a kneeling position and said, "The reason why you didn't enjoy it is because that is what's known as abuse. What I did made you afraid of me. That is not what this lifestyle is all about. In order to serve your Master, you need to trust and respect him not fear him at all."Duke looked at her and asked, "Do you.