‘Why don’t you come with me next Tuesday night then to Candy Girls?’ Pia again paused, obviously thinking about the implications then replied �...OK but what should I wear?’ I decided to get straight to the point so that she understood exactly what would happen if she went. ‘You need to wear either some very sexy lingerie or something kinky under your clothes and maybe you should buy some kind of cheap, trashy party outfit that you won’t mind getting slightly damaged or torn’. She looked at me. , I've never..., how did?..., oh fuck..., amazing..., just..., fucking..., amazing...".Throwing her arms around me, she held me tight and started to cry. I just held her while she slowly let it out. Gradually, she calmed down and sat up, wiping her eyes and saying, "Sorry, I've missed that so much, the touch of a man, Frank will only kiss me. I masturbate but it's not the same". Gently, she stroked my arm, "Thank you, I've not come like for..., well..., years I suppose. Let me recover for a. Although there was a small municipal lake that was great for cooling off when temperatures were hot.It was a Monday afternoon and I had just finished up mowing the grass and decided to walk to the lake that was two miles from my home,I filled my canteen with water grabbed my binoculars that I always took along for bird watching,as I approached I noticed that there was only one car parked in a small parking area about a hundred yards from the lake.I gazed down at the license plate noting that. "I want to be your slave," he blurted out. The deafening silence made him hold his breath. Then he heard a profound sigh."I told you before, André," she said. "I don't do men." He should have known she'd say that, and to be honest, he had. But to his amazement her refusal didn't matter."I know, Miss," he said, his voice steadier than it had ever been. "But I still want to." You are hopeless, honey." I know."The silence didn't scare him. The longer it would last, the better it was. Miss A was a.