Sometimes I would fantasize about her as a young teenager.“What exactly are you doing”? She said in a matronly tone.I quickly sit up trying to hid... my self with my hands the best I could. “Nothing” stammered out. I'm sure my face was beet red. I didn't know what to do or say as she looked at me with her arms folded across her chest. “Please stand up” she said in a firm voice. As I stood up, she told me, “Put your hands by your side and stand up straight” as I was still trying to cover myself.. She said I looked flushed, I should say I was flushed, I swear I could smell my sex and blushed pink and smiled and indicated assurance that I was okay.Karen winked at me and said to let her know if she could do anything to help me, I wasn't sure if she meant what I thought she did or if I was reading too much into a look and smile. I retired to my seat and fell asleep until our descent into Montego Bay. While leaving the plane Karen pressed a note in my hand and asked me if I had a good. " she says coldly, but really it's more a dare than anything else.I kiss her, but she still plays the part. When the kiss breaks I look her in the eyes. "Fuck you." she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of different ways. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift one of her legs up off of the ground and move my body down so that my cock can slide between her. He looked surprised. "Don't you have a shirt?" "Yes, Sir, butmost masters prefer their slaves in shorts only, if not naked". "Iwant Christine to dress decently. You and Tim put on shirts when leaving thehouse". "Yes, Sir". "You may go now, and retire to bedwhen ready". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir". Herose, bowed to me and disappeared inside. A moment later Tim came out to kneel beside my chair and top up the coffee.It was a warm evening and I dozed off again to wake up and find.