I believe a sex slave needs other skills. There are more ways to please a man then by just sex. Sometimes a master needs a gentle hug or a soft whispe.... A seductive dance is always a joy to watch. "I am going to let you meet her." This is unusual. I often never meet my partner until I go on stage. Ursa locks a leash on to my iron slave collar and leads me to her. I am stunned by who I see. It is the brunette I have seen when I have been auctioned off and publicly whipped. The last time I saw. Other living arrangements could be found. If it were not for Angela, Pedro would have thanked all the girls and left. Angela was the problem. Pedro wanted to stay near her, which meant continuing the masquerade. For better or worse, Angela had given Pedro her attention and he had offered her his heart. She seemed inclined to accept, but things are rarely that simple. Since they both knew the charade for what it was, Pedro could not court Angela as Patricia. It was complicated, though not. I haven't explained to him yet about why we meet every month so maybe I should start with that." Hmm, okay, this seems interesting. Every month? I wondered. "Well, Adam, each of us is college-educated. Sharon is even a PhD. And each of us is single. I'm divorced, as you know, and so is Heather. Susan and Sharon have never been married." As she spoke, I was starting to wonder if this was some kind of 'invite that bachelor' party or something. "Also, you've seen Harrisville by now. It's a nice. I went home the weekend after my 22nd birthday on 17th March to see my folks; Dad had suffered from a filthy cold for a while, which Mum then caught, and they of course were fed up because they didn’t dare risk passing it on to their parents, who were complaining at not being visited... I did pop over to briefly visit my grandparents and to do a few chores like refilling coal scuttles and log baskets. Grandad was worrying about how he was going to get on digging over his garden ready for.