My contact in Houston had faxed me mugshots with identifiers on our target. He was a South American drug dealer wanted for murder and trafficking. Ste...e and I studied the pictures and information until we knew it by heart.We arrived in El Paso and checked in to a out of the way motel, then went directly to the address on the data sheet. We questioned why, if we knew where this man was, then why didn't the police? I guess twenty-five thousand a year will only get you shot at so many times. Why. It was late April and the first Alpine flowers had begun poking the heads above the thinning snow layer when Alexis and I had made a trip back to the ranch and it was during the trip that Alexis proposed to me.We had been sitting quietly together on a high overlook above a valley whose scenery was inspirational. I spoke in a low voice describing the history of the area with the mountain men and the Indian tribes and how the tribes considered this valley scared because of its beauty, today still. I've often wonderedif I become involved in a long-term (several years) serious D/S relationship ifI would find the wherewithal to do this at my Master'srequest/demand/command-whatever. This is related to the point where Iwould WANT to do it because it is something my Master wants and in giving himpleasure I would also be receiving pleasure. Make sense? At the time when I first started to learn about BDSM, myhusband would use a variety of nipple clamps to punish my nipples. Sometimes he would. ”“I can't help it. You're just to stunning. For that matter, can you blame me for wanting to jerk off about you after I leave here?”She looked back and me and took a deep breath.“No.” she said simply, even though I could tell she was excited for being told how hot she was. Especially like this.“Show me what you would do.” she asked in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder. We were partially hidden by some hanging clothes and tucked in the back of the garage so it was easy for me to step around.