"Is it just a meal or is there something else?" I asked suspiciously. Usually he wasn't so stiff over the phone."It would help immensely if you would,...seeing as how he won't step away from his computer search to do anything, including eat," he replied, exasperated."Sure, Marcus, you know I can't turn down your food," I smiled. "I'll be over there in a minute." I took a moment to brush my wind-blown locks into something other than a tangled mess and glanced in the mirror on the back of my. It gets him so horny that he gets wild and fucks me kind of rough. So if I have tequila and get in the mood to get fucked hard, I grab a girl and kiss her, knowing full well I will be attacked as soon as I get into the bedroom.I know this is probably TMI, but you’re my best friend and I trust you.Now, up to this point, I had been struggling with my dress. It kept riding up my ass and I was pulling it down all night. I love the dress because it looks cute on me, but I hate that I have to play. We went to dinner.after dinner he drove me home and walked me to my door i invited him in for a late night coffee. We sat there talking and jokeing for a while then i told him i had toded i had to work the next morning. so we got up i walked him to the door and he kissed me good night but this time he didnt leave. after we broke i told him i couldnt do this cuz i was still a vergin he told me he would be gentle so he took me by the hand closed the door and led me to my room. i told him i didnt. Later on I realised we were already friends on facebook. So, I contacted her with a PM to give her the photos of hers. She liked the pics and in the following days we started to chat on fb, usually late at night. We covered mainly BDSM related themes, from Marquis de Sade to the present day.In about a week she suggested we met for a coffee. Just the two of us, not with her slave, with whom she had an open relationship. We met at a cosy place near Acropoli, at the centre of Athens. We talked and.