He heard the beauty of sunlight in her voice now and watched her walk with her head held high. She was perfect, even though she was blind. The only pr...blem seemed to be Jean-Claude. Since his first visit, he had become a constant in her life again. Only Martin knew his modus operandi. Jean-Claude would arrive at 2:00 and would visit with Chantal for an hour. He would then head down to the cafeteria and chat up staff workers. He’d fucked a few in his car but most of the time, he chose to use the. Had I not been drinking I wouldn’t have lost control. See something you don’t know about me is that I used to be very out of control. When I started switch training, I was treated more as a Dom, then a slave. I let this go to my head and at this time I was also drinking quite a bit. One time I got into a pretty big mess with a slave and ending up in jail. Baron bailed me out because he knew I couldn’t call my parents. After that he took over my training and I made a promise to him that it would. " I stuffed a cracker into my mouth."No, Steven, I mean, seriously, what's it like? How does it happen? How do you make it happen?" Ronnie bit the last of a cracker and rubbed her hands together, shaking off crumbs. "And then there are those who'd like to give, but are too scared."Martha interjected, "You don't 'make' it happen, Ronnie. It just happens. And not that often."I said, "You can't make somebody be good to you if they don't want to. I've been raised by people who weren't very nice to. Rita was traveling with her family and I thought nothing great could happen as everyone was there. I made few eye to eye contact, but there was no response.I had my seat in upper berth and went to sleep around 3. I got up at around 5 and I found Rita sleeping. She was wearing a loose white tee with blue jeans. I could see her cleavage clearly her milky boobs were waiting to come out of those tees as she was sleeping in the middle berth side ways (which later I came to know it was.