In the lounge, the television was playing. Daytime television. Volume on low, so it was impossible to follow with the other noises and conversations g...ing on. The wait seemed interminable."James." Sally McKenzie's mellow contralto. "If ... may I call you that?"I smiled at her. "If it's okay to call you Sally." Ready to go?" Absolutely."She'd ordered a taxi. Parking at the hospital is difficult and expensive and the taxi can stop right by the entrance. It's a silent ride back home and Sally paid. He's been wanting to meet me for a while, and even with all the things you hear about meeting people off the Internet being dangerous, I know I can take care of myself. He seems like a real genuine guy.His screen name is Maestro 112, and he says his real name is Dylan Marcus. He sent me a pic of himself and when I saw it, I almost creamed my panties right then. He has an in-credibly muscular body - he's lean, but not skinny. He had a headful of wavy sandy-colored hair and electric blue eyes,. ”“Please, he wanted it, it wasn’t an abuse. My husband and I’ve been through a lot in recent times,” said Kiran, “I don’t want to add to it. Word will get out and I will not be able to show my face to anyone. I will do anything, I will accept any punishment just don’t involve him. Just settle this here in this room. I can even return the salary if you want.”Now Junaid’s mind was racing. She was literally begging him, he was in control now. He could ask her anything, anything in exchange for the. I fussed as I waited and wondered, "Would it sting? Would it burn? How would it compare to the spoon or hairbrush or hand?" I heard the key in the lock and I rushed to the foyer and kneeled. Master walked in and patted my head. He took a brief tour of the apartment and settled on the couch. "Come here," he said. I crawled across the room and laid my head in his lap. Master stroked my hair and then pulled out his phone. He placed the screen next to my face. "Do you recognize this, slave?" It was.