He seemed to know from the first moment exactly how to show me that I was his; how to make me feel my servitude to him deeply. He had made me meet him...that afternoon at the parking area where he would be parking his truck while he was here; and as he stepped down out of the truck and I approached with my head down, had quietly said two words. “Kneel slave”. I had dropped immediately to my knees, head still down as he had not given me permission to look at him. I heard a soft chuckle and the. At first she was a little shocked at his story, butthen Salman noticed that she was becoming excited. Heexpanded on the story and her excitement grew. Herincreased excitement drove him to greater fantasies andever more detailed stories. After telling the storiesthey had fantastic love making sessions during whichshe was absolutely wild. Her reaction led Salman toconclude that someday he might be able to see hisfantasies come true.Salman started to think about showing her off to hisbest friend.. We started playing and I easily took the lead though I really didn't care. I got more of a reward watching Joyce lean over the pool table as I sipped my pint of Guinness. She casually touched my forearms after almost every shot. After a few minutes John made a remark, "Ah, look who's here." Without turning around I had to assume John's wife showed up. Not exactly expecting much, I turned around and almost spilled my drink down my pants. I was greeted by the most heavenly sight I had seen in. At least I got a rise out of you."Sophia laughed. "That you did. I think I'm purple right now." She sighed. "I have to clean this up, I suppose. Where's the broom and dustpan?" Hall closet."Sophia turned towards the door. "Hey, Soph?" Jessie called. "Was your mother right? Did Prep Boy actually give you your first orgasm last night?"Sophia stopped at the door, looked back at them, smiled, and said. " My first... and my second... and my third!" and then walked down the hall.Jess and Ellen looked.