It's a mixture of fear and anticipation. Mrs Banks didn't tell me very much about my foster family, just the headlines. He is in advertisement, she is...a housewife. They have two daughters, one son who is going to college and they live in the suburbs. At least the last fact is a comforting one. The home at Lexington I have stayed in for the last six months is at the other side of the city. In that time I hadn't much opportunities to see Brian, Malcolm and especially Mia, my best friend since. ”“Do you like receiving oral?”“I’ve had that three times in my life. The first two were in college and in such a hurry, I never even got my cum. The third was only a return favor for the oral sex I gave - that was when I was told I was no good at it and we never did it again.”“And how was the receiving end that oral?”“I was more excited by giving than I was receiving. Please don’t think I didn’t love him, because I worshipped him. Yet, he was so insecure that we were never able to really let go. She gasped because of his eyes, sharp and intense. A gaze that saw through to her core, full of a glaring fire that made her ache with need. “Master,” she whispered and felt her knees weaken. “You've been having sex,” he said, calmly stating an observed fact. She felt herself somehow blush a deeper shade and turned her head, playing coy as she held his gaze. “Yes.”His eyebrow raised a little higher as he took the final step, standing close and looking down into her shorter frame. She enjoyed. '"I don't know what did it. I really didn't believe that the shit I was giving her would work, but it did. I really expected her to laugh in my face and call the police. Maybe it was my uniform, the prospect of police all over the place plus fear for her job, but she pulled a key with a tag that read Room 112. In all this time she had not said one word. She just pushed the card to me and stood there with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide."I took the card and then put my finger to my.