I also admired the confidence which she had showed in approaching me like that."Well, you are a confident one, aren't you? But I'm afraid you are bark...ng up the wrong tree with me." Am I? You see, I believe most straight women just don't know what they are missing. I made it my mission to show them the error of their ways!" Haha, you are funny, I'll give you that. But I have a boyfriend and I'm very much happy with him." That does not bother me. I bet I could make you forget him in one night."I. She took me on when I was five. I don’t remember much before that. I’ve a vague memory of being frightened, then being in a children’s home and getting slapped around by some big kid, and I think I was in a foster home for a short time. I have an impression it was a cold house and rather dark. Then I was back in a children’s home again.“Anyway, Mum tells me I was very solemn and did not smile for over a year after she took me, nor indeed did I say very much. After that I thawed out a little but. I pressed her gently but firmly back, stepped into the laundry room with her, and pushed the sliding door shut behind me. There was barely enough room for both the two of us to shift or move. My slave opened her mouth to make a surprised protest, doubtlessly thinking of the kids just newly put to bed. I silenced her with my kiss. Reaching up into her hair, my fingers gripped a handful of her silken, dark locks. I pulled her head back by her hair at a sharp angle, leaving her neck craned and. I asked for her name, and if she understood why I was there. She answered with the name on her file, and understood I was interviewing her. I was relieved, and confident she was coherent enough to answer my questions. I asked her if she remembered the event that took place two years ago, which put her in this state. To which, she replied saying I was very handsome. I was flattered, but didn’t want to encourage that behaviour, so I repeated my question. She nodded and said she did. I asked her.