" She was biting her lip."And?" And it doesn't matter what I want does it?" No, it is what I want as your Master. You do want me as your Master don't ...ou?" I looked right at her.She looked down and a small "yes" was all I heard."What?" Yes, Sir. I want you as my Master." She was looking right at me. By this time we had arrived at her apartment."Then let's go inside." I took her hand in mine and we walked up to her apartment.She took out the keys and I took them from her hand. I opened the outer. “Everything is wrong! Phil is pissed. I mean seriously pissed.”“I’ll bet,” Tiffany said. “I figured he hired an army of private investigators to track down those guys from last night.”“He’s pissed at us!” Hailey said. “I ... I don’t think he’s going to forgive us.”“Why’s he pissed at us?” Tiffany said.“Are you fucking serious?” Katelyn asked. Tiffany initially thought Katelyn was agreeing with her. Instead the tall young woman was addressing her question to her. “We were supposed to be going. At the end of the march, they plopped down exhausted from the climaxes.There were many swings in the garden too. His consorts played on those swings. He did not spare those swings. He fucked them by sitting on the swing or letting them sit legs apart on the swing. At every thrust of his, the swing swayed. Cries and moans echoed the garden.He had thirty consorts. Counting days was like counting his consorts. He romanced and fucked one consort everyday. He did not allow the women to play with. I sat down with Jason, Sam's husband. Sam brought my coffee over."We weren't sure if you would actually turn up," Sam said."To be honest, I wasn't sure if I was going to either," I replied smiling.We started to chat, just general small talk as we sipped our coffees. I quickly started to relax. Sam and Jason seemed really nice and a normal couple. I was quickly at ease with them.I had met them on a swinging website about a month previously. I don't know why I went on the site. I think.