I asked him in for coffee and we got talking and discovered we had a lot in common.”Bill started to speak, but Randi held her hand up to signal he n...eded to be quiet.“He discovered, by accident, that I have a submissive side and that you do not care about that at all. He is a dominant male and volunteered his services to me. After I took an evening to think about it, I agreed to allow him to help me. We wrote a contract that we both signed. My copy is on the desk and I will get it for you, so. " Which is exactly what we did. One large pizza and two hours of Brendan Fraser later, we were sitting around and talking. "You know T.J., what you need is a man around the house to do the yard work," Debbie expounded. "If you had a man, he could do the yard, fix the pluming, re-shingle the roof, paint the house?" "That's not a man, " I interrupted laughing, "That's a slave. What man is going to give me a second look once he knows what I have in mind for him to do." "You're right," Debbie. I chickened out. I got over my horniness and didn’t email him back. A few days went by and he emailed hoping I’d reconsider and I was feeling it again so I had him come to the room the last night in Florida. It was 2 AM, I saw his car pull up and was nervous. Inviting a stranger over to be sexual with always would get me anxious. I didn’t do it a lot but loved the rush, and loved the experience being with a man. He came in the room and we had some uncomfortable chit chat and I put on some porn.. You have some specimens to show me, I believe.” “Slave driver,” he quipped, but he reluctantly got off me. I got my jumpsuit back on and headed off to my tent for clean clothes and a shower while he did the same. I noticed Kale wasn’t in the tent and hoped he was okay. He must have seen me up and about, and when I got back from the shower, he was sitting on my cot. “Gods above, I hoped you videoed that session for me, to go with the audio,” he said. “Pardon?” I replied. He grinned even broader.