Then 4 years ago (already!!!) I met a man who became my lover. Whom I feel a bit (or a lot?) in love with and who ultimately let me down. The sex was ...antastic. The first time we fucked, he used a condom. But within a few date nights, he talked me into going bareback. He had been test earlier, but that had been a few months earlier. I had no idea how many men he had fucked, but I knew he did not bottom. Plus, as I said, I was falling in love with him, so when he suggested bareback, it did not. I didn’t want to push him, but I couldn’t wait any more. I took one hand from his ass and moved it to his, pushing his hand onto my cock. He held it and started to slowly pull on it. I pulled us onto our sides so we had better access to one another. I grabbed his waistband from the side this time and started pulling down his sweatpants, centimeter by centimeter, until I could see the shadow of his freshly trimmed pubic hair. I left his pants sitting at that angle, one side held in place by his. Mark seemed to realise for the first time that she was there and he smiled in greeting."Sorry, I was thinking about something," he apologised."It must have been important to have you so focused. Care to share?" Flick asked."Marchmont phoned me back this morning to give me some information on where the Church of Cyberscience banks its funds. Perhaps to be more accurate I should have said where it used to bank its funds. Apparently it did bank with RBS but it's changed now and gone offshore,". Sasha’s servant helped tuck her in bed. She looked at the collar was on her nightstand. She picked it up and the looked at it. I was lovely and shiny. Inside there were some Arabic words, she couldn’t read this. However she looked at the English words, “wear me and I cleanse your mind. Lock me and you are owned”. Sasha’s mind was in turmoil because she was thinking her dad was sick. Did he want to sell her? Why did he kiss her on the lips? What was going on? She took the collar but did not lock.