I was late already. I couldn't afford to delay with a fantasy. I shook myself to clear my mind. Time to focus, girl. Time to focus.I grabbed the shimm...ring red sateen shirt hanging in the closet and slipped into it. It was long sleeved and buttoned down the front. I left a couple of buttons open to expose some flesh just above my bare breasts, but not too much. Enough perhaps to draw your eye without being excessive.The black denim jeans were laying on the hotel bed. I stepped into them and. (See the "New Sales Girl", another test to see how I handled different assignments)So far I've done everything I've been told to do and Ithink I've done way better than most do. Markhad expressed how proud he is of me and I'vequickly risen in the female ranks within the club. Anyway, I had about three days notice that wewould be attending this event and I knew thatMark would lay out my clothes so I really didn'thave too much preparation to worry about."So are we riding?" I asked him.He said,. Foundation and blush. Lipliner. When I came to my lipstick, I paused with the open tube in myhand, thinking hard. Basically a virgin at age 53. A too well-roundedderriere and plump waist. A dyed blonde. Was I throwing myself atanother woman who might really just want friendship? Was I over-reacting out of desperation? Those worries about rejection which I feltyears before with Donna seemed to rise out of the pit of my stomach.Well, I finally told myself, I no longer fear coming out as. " Yes but I shouldn't have questioned him in the first place." Lisa sobbed."I see. So being a slave means that you obey without question. But what if he would ask you to do something that is wrong?". Carla said.Lisa thought about it for a while and the answered. "I trust him to do what is right. If he betrayed that trust I wouldn't want to be his slave anymore. And that's what I am afraid off." What do you mean?". Carla asked"I'm afraid that he doesn't want me as his slave now that I have.