" It's okay," he croaked, simply trying to respond to her apology, rather than the substance of it."So..." She was staring at his groin again. The inf...rence was clear, and yet she didn't seem ... passionate ... about it. It was more like she was simply curious, and for reasons he couldn't fathom it made him feel less like he was about to see a train wreck."You just want to touch it," he breathed. "That's all ... right?"She nodded, never breaking her gaze.He had to concentrate on making his. "(In truth, they are. They think that way the customer wins out.)Larry was happy and said, "I will do that and my mom wants you checkout the background of the Salem State's Quarterback. Nicole has taken ashine to him and mom wants to see if he is a cool guy."I told Larry. "Have your mom, Nicole and the QB meet me for lunch withmy husband at the Irish on a date of her choosing. That will tell memore than a background check. Besides I said to Larry, Nicole has agood head. If she thinks the guy is. She showed me where the classrooms were and where the dining hall and the library was. "Later, I will introduce you to some of the girls.” Susan told me there's an all boy's school down the road. “Lexie, we usually get together for social events with our school. Maybe in the next few days, I will introduce you to some of the boys that I know.” We walked back to our dorm room. Susan mentioned that lunch would be served in twenty minutes. I went into my luggage and pulled out the school. Below is one of the favorite weekends that I spent as Master T’s sex slave.Friday morning when the alarm went off, I was sleepy and didn’t want to get up. That last day of work each week always gets me. As I lay in bed trying to enjoy my last snooze, Master T rolls over to spoon it with me. He whispers in my ear, ?Seeing as we both have the weekend off, and no plans for a change, you are going to be my slave slut all weekend. We will start tonight.? His voice was sexy and authoritative and.