I usually did some work around the grounds as the day moved on but this was a special day. This was the anniversary, so to speak, of the first day we ...et. Ellen had become a good little sub, and all I had to do was nod, or hint that I wanted something, anything.If I wanted a blow job in the yard all I'd do is nod and motion for Ellen to come to her knees. If I wanted to eat in just a hint and I'd have a feast prepared for me. If I wanted one of her girlfriends, Ellen would seduce her and then. .I had never had more than 2 of my fingers inside of me. There was just no way I could take getting tag-teamed in my tight little ass for my first experience...or so I thought.I had told "my owner" (I call him that because I never asked his name, and he never told me), all of these fantasies...insisting I wanted to live them out. He seemed very unimpressed and very in-charge whenever he responded to me. He talked down to me like I was a little girl. He pretty much demanded that we meet at a. Here I was a college graduate with a really good future and she was fucking around with a low-life reprobate bartender and half-way thinking she was falling in love with him. There's no understanding the mind of a drunken slut.Then again, making it with a bartender insured that she was close to her sources. So it has a certain degree of perverted logic, I suppose.I wasn't done with my questioning. "Why did you insist on fucking me so many times when you came home after being fucked by that. Claudia shrugged her shoulders, and gave me her address and phone number. ‘I picked her up, hoping to have a fun time with her at the game. Claudia spent more time looking at me than at the game. I tried talking with her, but she just seemed bored. Afterwards, I drove her back to her apartment. I was disappointed, she was so pretty but there didn’t seem like there was much of a connection between us. I started to say goodnight when Claudia surprised me by asking if I would like a nightcap. ‘In.