“Well, Lisa are you coming back to us?” I asked as we drove through Eisenhower Tunnel.“Do you want me to?” Another difference between a slave ...nd a kitten was security. The kittens never questioned I was part of their lives. They were very secure in me as their ever present master. Lisa was afraid, unsure. By now, I knew that fear was not part of her thrill. She needed the security of knowing she was mine. The insecurity she relished came from not knowing what I would do to her.“Yes, but, it. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe what I was looking. As she was busy she didn’t notice what I was looking. I can see her boobs curve getting crushed into her cleavage line and can see the red bra also she was wearing that day. I got myself into one corner from where she can’t see me but I can see her. I waited there and she again bent down and with every bend I can see her melons coming out of her suit. My cock was so tight now. I placed cock firmly under my undies elastic so that the hug bulge in. There was no hesitation in her morning smile. It couldn't have been contrived. So now, it was left to me to decide where this relationship would go. Sooner or later, I needed to get off the dime.The Christmas present was a difficult choice. At first I thought of a nice piece of jewelry. Perhaps a simple gold chain that I saw in one of the local stores? Maybe not. Was it too personal when we were just getting to know each other?It was only good fortune that I found two satisfying gifts. We were. People walked to and from the counter, along the sidewalk outside, and generally made a lot of noise. In the center of it all sat two figures, a younger nondescript man, and an older man with shades, and a fedora pulled down.Ryan Dexter, not his real name of course, looks at his contact, keeping his poker face in place he asks the fedora wearing man, "So when's the deal go down?"The Colombian smiles, "So we have a deal?" Perhaps. I'll have to run it by my team, but I can almost guarantee them.