I like this guy too much and thought him as my friend. The day I saw him I couldn’t actually talk with him but then gradually we were good friends. ... always like his company and later on came to know that he did not have any girlfriend. I assured him that he can call me his girlfriend. We met many times after that and then he was a familiar person in my house. My mom also liked him due to his simplicity and honest nature. The best feature I liked about my slave was his privacy, his nature of. It all went off without a hitch. They took his clunker since it had an apartment sticker on it, loaded it up with three empty boxes and waited outside the gate until they saw his roommates, who were not expecting him home as he had made the previous plans to stay at Miss Jordan’s, leave for work. Half an hour later they drove in, cleaned out his stuff from the apartment in half an hour, left the note and $150 and they were on their way back to his new home. They put the three boxes of his. That's why I used to like Auntie Val, I guess, because she wasn't at all shy or secretive. She liked men and enjoyed sex and didn't seem to mind people knowing. Often I'd pass her house on an afternoon and see a car outside and her front bedroom curtains drawn. And I'd see lots of sexy undies on her washing line, or waiting to be ironed. Occasionally some discarded stockings on the bed, or torn pantyhose from a recent hot date. She was about 5 feet 3 inches and very cuddly, and just a little. I got off the elevator thinking why did I not ask him to come over to my room? Why? I thought to myself all he could do is say no but if he said yes he might want to play some. I changed into my shorts and t-shirt and was getting ready for bed but went down to the ice machine to get some ice before bed. When I finished filling my bucket I turned to walk out of the vending room and met Josh. I said hey and he said replied back and told me the ice machine was not working on his floor. He.