I find myself looking athim in a way I never really had before. At 6'2" he's a bit taller than Iam. He's got some muscle definition but he's not a mea...head. His sandyblonde hair has the right curl and length to frame his face...and thoseeyes. Those piercing blue eyes could stare into your soul, but not in ajudgmental way. A kind, empathetic man who, oh shit he just saidsomething. What was it?I giggle and brush my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"He laughs good naturedly. "Do. Still, these amazing couple of days have made me look hard. I really do come from an upper-class family, and had to endure a debutante ball. If I wear a white debutante dress for an act, it definitely will be an act where I resent it and try to break out of role. The preppy look I had on stage isn't actually that objectionable to me, unless it was my mother forcing me on it when I wanted to be in jeans. Were I still living at home, this outfit might be where I still could compromise with. Sobbing & choking on my own fear & helpless sexual excitement. ?Your sexual needs are unimportant to me slut!? His tone was firm. ?Yes Master, this girls need is to give you pleasure Master & only for your pleasure Master? I was kissing the whip desperately now. ?Do you seek to please me to avoid punishment emily?? His voice was inquisitorial as he pressed the whip firmly into my silk veiled lips ?No Master, never Master, emily begs to be punished if she fails to please you Master? I was. She was already thrity-five and not married, not even a boyfriend. Not that it really matters.The train slows to a stop. Lacey looks up to see how much further to go and just as she looks up she sees an atheletic man step on board. He drops to a seat and lays there for a while breathing heavily. His muscular chest rises and falls and Lacey can't help but stare. He has a nice strong body, probably plays a sport. Then she remembers, the university isn't too far from this stop and there was a.