She didn’t put any makeup or lipstick, but was effortlessly beautiful. I felt how lucky the guy must be and I was feeling like I was doing a kanyada...n of my mom to another guy. A fatherlyfeeling was gripping me. It was overwhelming. We reached the farmhouse and a few hours later the guy reached there on time. He was very polite and well mannered. I was glad about that. I took his mobile away and did a bit of frisking for security purposes. He laughed at me and assured that don’t worry dude, I. "As the man turned to leave, Alicia called out, "Wait! Who are you?"Turning slightly back toward her, the man answered, "My name is Arthur. You may call me, 'Master.'"A protest began to rise to her lips but died before it was even half formed. With a nod she said, "Yes, Master."As her Master again turned to leave, Alicia called out again, "Master?" Yes, Alicia?"Alicia was silent for a moment, unable to put words to the question to which she must know the answer. At last she fumbled out, "What. She stops with her hand on the knob and suddenly wheels around in fury, yelling, ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? You don’t even know what that means? We’re going to live happily ever after in Neverland, Peter Pan?’ ‘No. I haven’t planned out our lives together, I just know that I have feelings for you.’ ‘Congratulations. Have a stiff drink, go to sleep and you’ll forget about it tomorrow when one of your floozies strut by.’ ‘You think this happens to me all the time?’ ‘Look, I have. He popped the unexpected question Can I come over tonight? I was in shock, excited, horny, nervous and scared all at the same time. I definitely let my pussy speak for me, because I said yes before my brain could process what was going on. I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, changing the sheets, lighting candles for mood (should I even be setting a mood I didnt know), cleaning the bathroom, showering, shaving, oh god a knock on the door. He was already here it took less than 20.