I met Greg when I was 24. I was still living with Brian at the time which may have been why I didn't act on my impulses but the real reason was probab...y my lack of self confidence. I had my 'breast enhancement' about a year previously but all that had achieved was to change the basis of my Tit Complex from having tiny tits to having obviously fake tits. I hated them. Almost, but not quite as much as I had hated my tiny tits. Brian hated them too. I have always enjoyed my work. My first job. I would cut the firewood and stoke the fire so he could work his blacksmith shop. But then the old blacksmith went to town to get more supplies and never came back. I was out here cutting some more wood when it started to rain, and I rusted in place! I have been here with this ax in my hand for the past two years waiting and hoping someone would come by to help me!" he explained."Well, lucky for you we came by - it might have been another two years before someone else came by!" Dorothy. Did Sir Michael name you? The redhead said to her. No, it is my name, she said not sure what the redhead was talking about. Silk or actually Silky is her Christian name, slave Stacey. Her parents named her that, supplied Michael. Stacey finished up, I am also hoping to serve Sir Michael and wear his collar too. I also hope to be very good slave sisters with you. Silk risked a quick glance to Michael and saw that he was overly pleased with himself. This shot her full of spiteful pride and she. She saw it as a way to have sex with other men without cheating on him. Alan wasn’t exactly the most adventurous of lovers and their sex life had suffered while he had been out of work.In bed, she had cuddled up to him as he lay on his back with hands behind his head. “So you don’t think it would be a good idea to go for a coffee with him then if he rings?”Alan shook his head. “He’s my boss, and he’s too close to us,” he had said. “It could get complicated and messy.”Dawn laughed. “Messy hey,.