“Thank you for allowing me to service you today, would you like anything else from me before I go?” Rusty quoted the line which all of the slaves ...ere taught, it was programmed. Unforgettable. “Not at all.” Caldwell whispered, his voice ragged. Rusty nodded and turned away, beginning to leave. “Wait, one thing!” Caldwell cried out, forcing Rusty to turn back to him. “Are you for sell?” “I am afraid not, Master Caldwell. But if you schedule a meeting with my master you may be able to make a. She liked chatting with me because I wasn't too sexual right off the get go and that I treated her respectfully.We exchanged a few stories about some of the messages we'd received. Then she started talking about cock pics and how she liked uncut dicks. She said that she liked mine and was hoping to see it in person.I took that as an invitation and slowly moved my hand down and unzipped my fly. She shifted in her seat and put a hand on my leg. Before I could reach inside myself, her hand moved. ‘Touch me again,’ she said. Again she felt the touch on her cheek, and another wave of pleasure, stronger this time. Her nipples tingled. She pointed to her breasts. ‘Touch me here,’ she whispered breathlessly. This time she felt the touch penetrate her clothing onto her breasts. Her nipples hardened. Her breathing quickened. ‘Where do you want me to touch you next?’ the voice whispered. ‘You know where,’ she replied. She felt as though she was floating, floating on a cloud. The touch moved. I taped him knocking on the door and then hid the recorder in the room. We sat and talked for a bit before turning on the game. I did this a couple of times, secretly recording him, getting him to talk about past girlfriends, us talking about my wife and just general conversation. Later I edited the different recordings and turned them into one recording that I would use later. I tested the recordings when she wasn't home, so I would know what could and could be heard from the bedroom.Since.