She was a dolly, she got a nice pair of tits and the part down there was covered with her bush that was enough to drive my cock crazy, from that momen... I just started dreaming to love her, i used to get excited and happy when i thought about her. One fine day she told me that she is coming to Sagar University in Sagar district in a college campaign, with her 4 friends and her college warden. I talked to myself let’s make this journey a wonderful memory. I made a plan to meet her and do some. I took a few gulps of the punch I'd brought with me, took a deep excited breath, and set about trying to find Jay. It took a while with several hundred revelers moshing around the huge fire, but finally I caught site of bones and monkey man dancing off to the side. I went up to them and started my devilish seduction dance, stroking my hands up and down my ass and over my breasts. They clearly had no idea who I was. I went over to Jay, took his hands and placed them around me. He said something. ”“Well, I found my wife by a river, eighteen years ago. It was my best catch, ever!” he said with a chuckle.I just nodded and smiled. He nodded back smartly, and then got into his car and drove off.Heather. Heather Martin.I sat in the dirt for a good fifteen minutes, reading and rereading the writing on the license. How could I have missed it? Idiot! Obviously I hadn’t seen the back of the paper when I stuffed it in my tackle box that summer morning last July. As I thought about her note, I. The reality of being a slave to a powerful woman is actually much harder and less sexy than the fantasies. In my fantasies it was all one big sensual experience. Lot’s of teasing and play; with blank gaps for the time in between, but during my stint as her slave, it was a lot of in between and not much play. Also, the loss of privacy was really difficult. Again, what was great in my fantasy life was actually really difficult in reality. I never had a moment alone unless I was confined in some.