Drusilla suddenly reached forward and grabbed her hair roughly. Buffy didn't fight back but wondered desperately what she had done wrong."YES, WHAT?" ...es mistress," Buffy blurted out, comprehending.Drusilla relaxed her hand and began to stroke her hair tenderly."Will you be my slave?" Yes Drus... I mean, yes mistress," Buffy felt a deep change at that moment, a deep forbidden erotic longing welling up within her. It felt great."Good slave. Kiss me." Yes mistress," she leaned into the kiss and. The three of us made our way back to Sven's truck and he took us to a barbeque joint specializing in chicken and ribs. Sven ordered a platter with both and some fries and their homemade baked beans. After my first bite, I knew that they had earned their reputation; the food was absolutely amazing! I'd never tasted anything so succulently delicious in my life. The chicken was so moist and tender, and the ribs were so juicy and flavorful, I wondered why we couldn't eat like this every day."Shit,. I descended and looked up Sam's number. No need to check, the number in my story was etched on my mind, it was different. Weird but now my mind's racing. Nothing as simple as just being rumbled and if whoever left my number read my stories ...... could this work to my advantage ? Next day at work while I was on my own i got out my mobile, By now the mystery is causing me to start growing. Fingers trembling I punch in the number. It rings and after a couple of moments Sam's voice answered. Focusing more closely Erin discovered that the foot belonged to Richard, who in turn was lying in Megan's arms. Tears slowly tracked down Megan's face, and she didn't seem to be able to do anything but rock Richard gently in her arms and croon to him. Richard was awake, or at least his eyes were partly open, and pain clearly etched his delicate features. A gentle touch on her arm startled Erin out of her reverie, and she turned to follow the hand to its owner."My lady" Emory said in gentle.