The idea that Col might not be here, that I might lose my friend sent a shiver down my spine. He was the best thing that had happened to me, just as h...s namesake had been in my other life. But that Col had slipped away during our teens as we both moved around the country and I had never been able to find him again later in life when I went looking. I made a silent promise to myself that was not going to happen with this Col, in this life.“ ... Willi? Willi?” Col punched me gently on the bicep.. He stood up, pocketed Alexa's notebook but left the money on the table. "Just call me if she returns ... please."Master Charles' mind was in turmoil. Alexa had behaved admirably and strived to make him proud of her. And in return, he had placed her in danger in a hostile, unfamiliar city. Oh Stephen, my old friend, I have been a damn FOOL! But this had all gone far enough. He wanted her back NOW. Picking up the phone in the limo, he called his office. "I want slave 763389 ... my personal slave. "Stand up," Karen said nudging his arse with a boot. "Strip."Trembling, Cyril took off the bra and knickers. He stood looking at the floor as Karen walked round him. His cock was already stiff and pointing out from his groin, it wasn't large, about average size and Karen guessed that Helen must have a very large pussy. "I suppose you'd like me to touch that, wouldn't you." Yes, Mistress," Cyril mumbled."Stupid worm, I've got a man with a real cock. Why should I want to touch that pathetic. But somehow, today has been different. Maybe it’s the sunlight streaming in everywhere and lighting up this house in the treetops, with all the windows open and all you can hear is the birds chirping and pecking, and singing. Usually it makes me tense when he feels them, but somehow today it made me feel good. I think I started to feel like I wanted him to do more, even knowing that it always leads to intercourse (fucking, as he likes to call it), well almost always. Today I wanted more, I.