As she started to walk past the foot of bed, Greg stopped her with a touch of his hand on her arm. When she turned, he leaned in and kissed her. She w...s surprised and he had begun to stammer apologies. Apologies she silenced with her mouth. His arms felt perfect around her shoulders. She rested her cheek on his bare chest and was comforted by the strong beat of his heart. She could feel him growing hard beneath the thin pajama bottoms. She reached between them and squeezed him through the. Have you ever fantasized about me?”As soon as she asked, I instantly knew that I was stuck. On the one hand, by saying no, she’d most likely sense that I was lying, which would only make her angry and potentially spoil any chance of us moving back in together. On the other hand, telling the truth would most likely freak her out so much that she might not speak to me again for months, and that was even worse. Normally, in situations like this, where I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, the first. At five-foot seven, he was slender as a rail, scruffy, but not dirty, though his clothes were very well worn. I guessed his age at maybe twenty, but could have been off by a couple of years.I sort of smiled, peeked at Angela, and saw that she had a suspicious look on her face, just perfect for the occasion, and said, "How much is it going to cost us?"More than anything, that question seemed to relax our brand new friend. Thinking he had us right where he wanted, he put up both hands in mock. He told me he made changes to my profile, and I wondered what he had done. I wore the black collar that Master L had me buy, but now I wore it in truth as a slave. Master K was a strict and ruthless master, demanding obedience and handing out punishment for the least infraction. He had already beaten me once, for refusing to write the story the first time he ordered me to. The welts have finally started to disappear and I can move fairly well again. Master K had been training me, he said that.