”“Of course, madam.Then we were simply swamped by apron-clad waiters, all of whom wanted to pay court to my sultry luncheon partner.“Here’s to...us, darlink,” she whispered, raising her flute and, at the same moment, wrapping one leg around my calf.“So where are you living now, Carlotta?”“Just around the corner. I have a duplex apartment overlooking Green Park.”“Very impressive.”“Heinrich – he was my third – left it to me in his Will. And where are you now, Nicholas?”“Buried in the Black. We slid into a booth with a table. I sat next to this really good looking guy and put my hand on his thigh. He gave me that knowing look and put his hand up my skirt. I spread my legs wider, and he put a finger in my cunt and started rubbing my clit. After a few minutes my pussy got very wet. I rubbed his dick outside his trousers, and felt that he had a nice big one. I asked him what he liked to do best, and he said ass-fucking. My BF told him that we were players if he wanted to go to a hotel. They would talk a lot on the phone, seeming to resolve all their differences, then, after Bridget would come over, either for dinner, or just for a visit with Delilah, the two of them always ended up getting into it about something. Bridget got mad at me because, by giving Delilah a place to live and food to eat, I was making it too easy for her to just sit on her ass and do nothing productive again.I was having sex with Delilah regularly. She'd come into my bedroom and we'd fuck, but,. "It's a symbol that you are now my property. People in thescene will know what it means. They will know you are a slave, even whenI'm not leading you around on a leash." Why are you doing this to me, Daddy?" she asked."You are just the latest to be added to my stable. I have owned manyslaves. I have also lost interest in most of them and have either soldthem off or given them jobs in my clubs. Slaves make excellentemployees," he explained. "However, I have always wanted a sissy whiteboy to turn.