" Andrea grinned wickedly, and her green eyes flashed.They each took a sip of the wine. Brad found himself thinking of theMona Lisa's smile, and her...hidden, inner secrets. "Aren't you going toserve yourself some chicken?"Chicken? Brad's face flushed hot again. Because he couldn't think for amoment, what Andrea meant. Then suddenly his eyes fell on the servingdish in front of him. Oh yes. Dinner. Again, feeling like hismovements were being controlled by someone else, he slid the serving. ”“And you’d take that on?”“Yes. Absolutely. If I don’t, then I can’t complain. I’d need a lot of convincing that anyone else would take responsibility for her seriously. Mostly, I think, the kind of guys she met didn’t care. If it all went wrong, it was her fault for giving herself away, not theirs for doing what they felt like doing.”Andy held up his hand for a moment, stopping Marsha saying anything.“I know what’s going through your mind. Someone like Mistress is different, she gets this, she. I could have done many things differently, starting with trusting you quite a bit more and perhaps being a tad less... jealous." Yeah, I should have not offered your breakfast to Don either."Jen and I sat around the rest of that day and I saw that just sitting there with all the beach and fun right out the door and not being able to enjoy it was killing her. The next morning I insisted that she go out and have some fun on the beach. It didn't take too much shoving on my part and she soon. “I want you to be my slave tonight. You have to do whatever I tell you to do, and if you disobey me, you’ll be punished.” He braced himself, thinking she’d just laugh and call him a sick-o. Anne just stared at him for a moment, her face unreadable, and then a small smile appeared on her lips and her eyes seemed to light up just a bit. “You want me to be some kind of sex slave tonight?” she asked. Sitting up tall and poised, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. A look of.