“Which is it? You don’t like the phone or you don’t like following Master’s instructions?” He rubbed his hand roughly over my right tit and ...queezed it. I gave up the argument. “I love following your orders, Sir. I love it when you tell me what to do. It makes me remember my purpose,” I said. He paused and then said, “Bend over the hood of the car, slut.” I moved as quickly was I could and lay down against the hood. He stood behind me and ran his hands slowly down my back. He pulled my panties. 56AM , a sigh of relief waved over her, she still had an hour to get herself ready and present herself for her first day of work.As she rapidly jumped out of bed she noticed she had been sleeping naked, she frantically looked around the room and was glad to see an expensive looking plush robe hanging in her closet.Quickly she threw the piece of clothing around her naked body, raced towards the door and opened it.A young good looking man stood in front of her holding a couple of bags and even a. He got a little jealous.Perhaps he thought that she was cheating on him. Hell, she didn't worry about that with him! In fact, she had told him that groupies were an exception, as far as she was concerned. Admittedly, she used to be married and was once more conservative about sex, so this was as radical a consideration as she was willing to make so far.Maybe listening to all of that heavy metal, hard rock, and rap was having a liberating effect on her. Why should that be a problem for him? She. " Have you ever gone out with men? Had sex with them?" No, never. When I am dressed, I sometimes fanaticize about having sexwith a man. Last night, two guys came over to our table and asked ifthey could buy us a drink. Giselle said no and sent them on their way,but I noticed that I was checking them out, their bodies, I mean. Idon't think that I am gay. Its just that when I am dressed like awoman, I just naturally think like one and I am more attracted to men." Are you attracted to me?" .