Anyway we picked him up he surprised us by being quite articulate and well mannered, not quite what we expected by the time we crossed the River Murra... we were having an easy conversation. On this trip we weren't looking for a sexual partner, just drive over for the wedding stay a couple of days and drive back.Anne had dressed casually for the trip a white off the shoulder blouse and a crossover skirt, as usual no bra and brief panties, of course she showed her usual cleavage. I drove to Ouyen. D) Black stilettos, black thigh highs and a red hoody. Each outfit was worn more than once and always lead to an incredible, sexually charged experience. Five years later these outfits are still etched in my mind. Each one has it's own story. A) I arrived at the motel and had lost my key. I texted Wanda and told her to come let me the side door. She replied, "Let me put something else on, I'll be down in a minute"…."NO", I said, "I want you to come get me dressed as you are", having no idea. The next day i was feeling really nervous and could barely concentrate during my morning meeting.to be honest i nearly cancelled a few times but didnt knowing that id regret it later on if i did.so it was with a knot in my stomoch that i knocked on their door and stood their shaking a little with anticipation.a tall slim guy in his late fifties opened the door and introduced himself he said come in and led me to the sitting room.waiting there was a heavy set guy again in his id to late. Did my ultimate pleasure lie in totally pleasing another?At times, I found myself rebelling against the subjugation of my individualityand uncomfortable with the feeling of being absorbed by a stronger will. Needlessto say, these displays of willfulness displeased my Master. I was unhappy aswell. It was a situation that demanded resolution. I was told that I must eitherprove to myself and to my Master that I truly belonged to him or that I mustleave. I was asked to give myself body and soul.