”“Missy even though we’ve just met I have to warn you - I’m crazy about you already. I’ll set the alarm nice and early.”“Okay Johnny. I�...�m going to get my phone and let my Mother know I won’t be home tonight.”“Do you want to use the phone here?” I asked while indicating the phone on the bedside table.“No I better use my phone because of caller I.D. so my Mother recognizes the number.”“Fine, I’ll get it for you, just chill.” Saying that I went downstairs and retrieved Missy’s purse. After she. First, rather than sitting facing each other across the table, her new parents were sitting next to each other at the square table. At first she was puzzled but the reason quickly became clear: They had a shared physical need to touch one another. She realized it was unconscious on both of their parts. Ed would lightly run his fingers up the inside of Vangie's thigh, while she would unconsciously stroke whichever part of him was closest.At the same time the dinner was a delight. Bobbie just. As for Marc, he found himself watching a very shapely lass getting her arse taken by one of the comdom wearers, it was brutal, and it reminded him of his own wife being taken by Alex and himself, just two weeks ago. 14 days had gone in a flash it seemed, the next might take longer, ‘Nina’ was a good shag, there was no doubt about that, but Mya, she was, well, she was more on his wavelength, she was …well just different…she was perfect and she was his wife! Behind the bar a multiscreen video. Then it dawned on me that he had gone to get the Master. Oh fucking shit, I thought, the fucking Master. I am in big time shit now. I heard him before he even got to the door. The click, click, click of the metal things on his boots, beat out a steady rhythm as he approached the room. I went into full fear mode. I was a fucking fool and deserved whatever this perverted bastard did to me. My whole body was violently shaking getting worse with each step that drew Master Dieter closer. The door.