But instead, his lover was showing, once more, that he understood the situation and understood it well.“We need to know how many men, vehicles, weap...ns, and other logistics we can count on,” Xav continued.“They’re all scattered across the desert,” Marcus made a vague gesture with one hand. “Do you think you can organize these sons of bitches?”“They obviously need a motivation,” Xav said with a small frown. “That is where all this talk about The One comes into play.”“You don’t believe, do you?”. You're thinking, "What's the difference?" Well, I can look my lover in the eyes, I don't have to look at the floor all the time, I can say no, although I usually don't, I don't wear a dog collar, and I don't crawl. Call it whatever you want, but I was happy being in this semi submissive relationship. Tonight I met my man at the door wearing something simple. I usually go all out to please wearing lingerie, nylons, garters, and stilettos. But this evening I was wearing a simple oversized mans. You empty me. No hands. Pumping every drop from me. The noises I make fill the room and echo inside you. My dirty slut. Begging me for control. Totally abused, your face a beautiful mess. Taking me out of my comfort zone, to feed your desires. Your tears a testament to my abuse. I can’t look into your eyes. Those big, beautiful, bright, begging eyes, that turned me into this animal for your satisfaction. As I sweat and tremble, completely drained. Physically, emotionally and spiritually. My eyes roamed up and down Puja’s body as she glided toward him, mentally removing the clothing she wore fixating on her incredible breasts. Puja smiled – she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Sitting on the couch, Puja and I toasted each other and the Christmas season, then enjoyed their drinks. Did you want to open presents now or wait til tomorrow morning? I asked there’s one I want you open tonight Puja said it’s just an envelope, somewhere down there. You’ll find it. It took a few.