Being a 'slave' to Alan is nothing like it sounds. I know it's a shocking word..."She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Being a quote, sex slave... unquote, is nothing like you'd think, based on the provocative language. And that's because Alan, well, he's just the greatest guy. I love him so much! He's my Sweetie! If he has me in his grip, it's with a velvet glove. Make that a feathery, pillowy glove. I mean, he would never boss me around in a bad way. He's never ordered any of us to do. "May be it isn't beyond the realms of possibility" "Yeah, and what if we fuck up?, we're getting in pretty deep here you know" whispered Pete."OK, first off, are we all agreed that if a plan is workable then we all back it 100% with no backing out once we start" said Joey, eyeballing each of us individually." I'm in" I said "me too we gotta do something about the bastard" declared Jimmy "I'm in" the others replied. "OK then lets formulate a strategy." declared Joey. "Let's hear some ideas" We. You hardly notice his come on as you delve deeper into the note. “Oh, yeah, thanks” you remark in passing. As you sip your drink and read on, he goes back to cleaning up. Glasses clank and kegs bang on the floor in the background. As you finish your note, you notice your glass has become full again. When did he do that? You wonder. As you raise the glass in an imaginary toast, you feel warm breath on the back of your neck. Suddenly, hands are on your hips and lips are gently pressed into the. " She paused, here and looked at me again. "At least you're cute; I'm not too sure about myself." As she said that last line she ran her fingers up her body, from her slim hips to those small but perfectly proportionate breasts. It was almost like she was a stripper practicing her routine with her clothes on. This woman should never be allowed to watch MTV or soft core porn. "Am I cute, Tim?" All I could do was nod my head up and down."Well let's talk about it some more, how about tomorrow at.