After a couple of minutes while she was in front of the big mirror, arranging her hair and her make up back to presentable, she said: “Leave me your...phone number honey .I could send you some free tickets to one of my show and a pass to my dressing room .” She winked at me while saying that .I wrote down my number on the first peace of paper that I could find and than not really knowing what to do I went for the door .She stopped me and came to me .Kissed me on the lips then saying: “I think I. His intense “stories” never bore me. My Slut Boi has a diverse and interesting background; he has experienced success in various aspects of his life and is very generous within his D/s relationship. My Slut Boi has accused me of being a bit cold and cruel at times when I briefly respond with “thanks, bitch” or “slut” to his mushy, sentimental 2 page emails. I figured this lengthy review of My Slut Boi should get me off the hook for at least a few months. My Slut Boi is one of my more thoughtful. I removed my robes and donned my evening attire, consisting of slacks and a collared dress shirt. A knock at my door stopped me and I invited the unknown person in.Rebecca walked through the door and I nearly fainted. In theory, she didn't know I was the one in the confessional, and I didn't know what she'd said. But the look on her face gave away her understanding of the situation and I watched her slide quietly into a chair. I did the same and waited for her to speak."We're moving. My family. “Soo where are we going?” I probed.He took a deep breath like he was about to tell me some dark ancient secret, known only to the chosen few.“ I know you’re not an active kid. And that’s ok, I would rather you play ball rather than hold up in your room all day, but I guess each to their own.” I could almost see the pain in his face as he said those words. “And well, I think you need a taste of what being a man is like. Something to kick start you in the right direction.”Shit, they were going to.