Fernandez is a master, behave as a true slave”, my man told me while giving the tray of drinks. Soon as I arrive at the spot wished him with my eyes...and kept the glass on his table. “smak””smack”, one on the left and the other on the right, one with the inside of the palm and the other with outside, my chicks got red. “don’t you know how to behave with the master, how dare you stare in my eyes”, he shouted slapping my chicks once more. I requested his forgiveness with heads down. He instructed. He never tired of dreaming, planning and being verbally playful with me. Today, not a word was spoken as we drove across town to the clinic. The nurse was complimentary, saying I had done the right thing not to clean up. She asked if she could call the police for me so I could report the rape. I said, ‘No.’ She said, she would tell me the preliminary test results before I left. The gravity of my unprotected night with a stranger was dawning on me. We left the clinic around six p.m. All the. .maybe twenty...in his standard, slightly grimy blue work overalls with that uncontainable male appreciation of fine fem-flesh in his vision, approaching the pump, where the van was stationed next too. Males in the strawberry blonde’s mind only had one duty...pleasing her...bugger the van and petrol... it could wait. She needed refuelling first. Her B & S anal debauchery was hours ago.Chas stretched again ...actually she was thinking a coffee as her very late morning get up and go... her head. The way she said it and her body language told me there may have been a little truth in it. Well, when we were home several weeks later I had the dream. Mary, Di and I were in bed together. I was in the middle and both girls were kissing me. We were all naked as the two of them stroked my cock. I sort of remembered having sex with one of them in the dream but I was unclear on which one it was. I told Di about the dream in the morning and the parts I remembered. We fucked like a****ls as she.