”“So where did you keep them?”“I kept them at the motel. They provided me with a room there. They had paid up the rent for three years so I st...ll have it. I keep a complete wardrobe of clothes there.”“So what you are saying is that you met those men four times altogether and they provided you with clothes and a room for three years? That doesn’t sound feasible.”“No, I was meeting them for a couple of years. I’m sorry Ron, but if I told you the truth you would never have forgiven me. I told you. She left it under lock in the SUV outside because the management had a "zero tolerance" about the carrying of firearms at work. They knew she had a gun and she was not sure exactly how they knew about it since she had never submitted any paperwork. The only way she could think was that she had purchased a few boxes of ammo for practice shooting out in the desert. They must have a good system for matching up her purchase with the fact she owned a gun. The supervisor didn't make a big deal about. I looked up at Emily. She was grinning. She started wiping her feet clean with a hand wipe from her purse. She giggled. "Dick, you're a naughty boy. You shouldn't have made me do this. I blame you. But you can't help it, you silly boy. Here, I'm going to get this bustier. You were right. It's perfect for me. Shall we wrap it up as a present too? No, I think not. I'll just take it home and put it away for a special occasion. Right, Dick? Don't you need to put something away, too?" I gathered. — Apparently Master has been a Dom all his life and by age twenty he had his first live-in sub. As a Dom he is a caring Master who seeks out people that need to totally submit. He takes his responsibilities very seriously. When I hear that I wonder just how come I am here, until I met him I certainly never thought of myself as a submissive, in fact I never even knew what the word meant, I am not even sure I had ever heard the word, it the truth be known. Master swears that until he found me he.