"Oh yes, but I'm feeling a little tipsy," she laughed softly, looking away shyly."Cheers," he said, raising his glass and clinking it against her drin.... He watched her take another deep drink through her straw. Some of the bright red liquid fell from her lip and dribbled on her chin.He reached out and with his thumb gently wiped it from her face, and then casually placed his thumb into his mouth and sucked it, while never breaking eye contact with her. His cock could cut through steel, he. But she did want one, a slave to respond to her beck and call, all day and night, every day and night. Sure, she had plenty offering their services for such a thing, but where there was quantity, there was no quality. Lewis, on the other hand, he would be perfect, or could be moulded into the perfect slave. “Mistress,” Lewis said, his head casted down dejectedly. “I would wish for nothing more than to be at your beck and call, all day and night, but with my job, there might be occasions. Lynn was willingto chat in Messenger. Lynn was in here in her home town!!!I should explain that I have chatted to Lynn on numerous occasions andeven though we have mutual TV friends (Tracy and Vanessa). I have, inthe past, come here to her hometown and she has sometimes visited mine,but we have never been able to meet up for one reason or another. Sothere is the coincidence, which some will not believe, but is trueregardless. Lynn and I are both in the same city, both online, andboth. His sister, Carla, had once told him that he looked something like that himself when he was on the ice. "You skate better than you walk," Carla had said. "You know what you're doing out there, and when you know what you're doing, you're happy." And that was it, he thought, as he had when he'd first seen them at GWU. Ryan was happy up there, doing what she knew how to do. There was a short break as Ryan the others downed some water and prepped for the next song. When it started, it took Brody a.