Maybe I will send you down into the basin and you can become friendly with Knowles." No, the only one I get friendly with is you." I am kidding, but y...u might give some thought to a way we can approach him. We are going to need the fill within a month, so time is of the essence." Okay, I'm no dummy and not just a truck driver, you know. You'll have to get me some details on what he can do with the bigger amount of water. How much water are we talking anyway?" It is not only water, but where it. If she’d known about it, she might not have agreed to our bargain so readily. Well, I never said I fought fair. And now she’s fallen victim to her own lust already, and we’ve been at the museum for less than an hour. As the film ends, and the handful of other viewers shuffle out of the tiny theater, we stay behind, my hand on her neck keeping my little slut in her seat. The usher turns on some very dim lights and stands at the door gesturing the way out for a few minutes, but as I’d. Me, I crapped myself, I minced over to the light as quickly as I could and turned it off hoping that this had never happened, but it had.I just stood there not knowing what to do when then door bell rang. I didn't move.It rang again but I still stayed where I was, routed to the spot. Next came the banging on the door and then I heard the letter box open and a voice called out "come on, open the door, Mistress demands your appearance" it wasn't Susan calling for me, it was her husband Simon.. "It's wet, Ma‘am," I stammered."Just as I thought.Sluts are always wet." Her words stung.My online Master says that often when we play, therefore, I must be¡|a slut. Mortified, I watched her reach for the black leather bag, the one that was big enough tocarry handcuffs and a small flogger, perhaps a ball gag, too.Would she tease me or furtherembarrass me? Then, to my utter horror, she pulled a Bible out of it.I wanted to cry.Alas, my hopesof talking openly with her about BDSM.