Her sad eyes when I left made me smile and I pet her to soothe her. “There, there. I’ll be back for your toilet services soon enough.” Even so, ...he looked so very forlorn and desolate. Ah, the difference a year and a half will make for a slave. Truly, I did not like leaving my slave’s side and did not do so unless I absolutely had to anymore. It was something fascinating I had found in myself, this strange attachment that kept this tortured little creature close at hand and allowed her to sleep. In the end, I relented to his persistent requestand sent him a photograph of myself--a casual screen shot . I was stilltoo cautious to send him one where I was fully dressed. Instead I sentone where I made an effort to look and dress as androgynous as possiblewithout showing my cards. This was safe, I reasoned. I couldn't getmyself in trouble this way.Besides, I hated the picture. I didn't look anything like girly enough.I was sure he'd realize his mistake and I'd never hear from him again.I. . Uh, if you're hoping to get it hard, I've got bad news for you - I think it's hopeless. I'm just not that young any more." Hah! You're still a super stud, no matter how old you are. I just saw you fuck my two favorite women almost senseless. Ooops, sorry for the language, Grandma." Sweetie, after what we just did, how can I worry about a few four-letter words? Besides, that's exactly what happened, isn't it, Megan." Megan was only able to manage a grunt in response, and Jeanette and Morgan. We reached home at 12.30. She waited for me to park the car, then said good night and started climbing stairs. I called her “Kavya”. She said “Yes” and looked back. I caught her hand and pulled her towards me.In just a second, I put my lips on hers very softly and pushed her a little to the wall. She was a little shocked by my move in the beginning but I knew she was expecting it anytime…this was the time. She didn’t open her lips in the beginning but after a minute of our lips touching each.