Then, Asiara heard a strange sound. It wasn't coming from the woman she was chasing, but from some other source – somewhere to her left. She knew th...t she should continue her pursuit, but something about this sound demanded her attention. It was music, soft and lyrical. Asiara slowed down as the strains of melody made their way to her ears, caressing them, and beckoning for their attention.But then, she remembered her task. Shaking her head slightly, and doing her best to ignore the music, she. "You are to be my sex slave." he announced in a deep, growling voice. "You are my bitch boy for as long as I want, and so you shall do what I want you to. Here are my rules. One, you shall obey all of my orders. Two, I am your master for the next several hours. And three, you will get your pleasure, while I get mine. Understand?" he asked, "Yes master." I replied obediently. He smiled, clearly enjoying me addressing him as master. "Good." he growled. "Now get on your knees!" he ordered. I. A gentle, politeknock on the door disturbed her and she responded,"Come."Poppy entered the room carrying a small silver tray with a delicateporcelain mug of steaming hot green tea. Kimberley looked up and smiled,pleased to be served her mid-morning tea and pleased at the sight ofPoppy. It was almost impossible to remember that only two short yearsago Poppy had been her husband Peter.Poppy was wearing a black velvet, pinafore-style dress with a short skirtthat flared out from her slim waist.. My Boss had got a nice contract with new clients and I had been part of the lucky team; so he had invited me to join him and celebrate our triumph.My loving husband was a bit tired and stressed to come with me; so he decided to stay at home and wished me luck and enjoy party.The celebration was nice and after midnight, Jim, one of my nice coworkers, a very king and lovely black guy, offered to take me home; since I had taken many margaritas and could not drive for sure…But Jim also had enjoyed.