"A little, dear. I don't want you to see me crying," I said, staying put."Come here," Dan urged me."Okay, I'm sorry. I was just upset and didn't want ...ou to see me this way. Forgive me, please?" Yes, I understand that you're troubled," he pointed out."Thank you," I said, looking down at my feet.Dan instructed me, "I want you to lie down on the bed now."That was the first signal that we were back in D/s mode."Yes, Master," I obeyed.I lay on my belly, while he spread my cheeks and played with my. Sure it wasen´t polite to starr at him in this way,but he didn´t realize that, i think. I felt a bit bad later that i looked so frozen at him. As soon as the first underwear hit the floor, he went after it and started collecting up my lingerie. I was a bit shamed that i looked that way at him and could not say "please stop collecting" to him.He packed it in the box as he saw the outstanding thong which grabbed his attention. It´s my black one with ouvert (a slip which has no material to hide. She got up off her knees and got under the shower, I stood there and watched as she started to clean her amazing body. Gemma was a little over 5 foot, with long fair hair, her petite frame was complimented by a pair of pert little titties and an amazing ass that I just wanted to get hold of, I picked up a bottle of gel poured some into my hands and then started to gently rubbed the soap into her body. Gemma turned around, took some of the gel and started to rub it into my chest, we explored. “Are you certain his name is Jesse Peterson?” the man asked.“Yes ... I saw his personal identification when I hired him. Why?”“I think I’m having a moment. He looks exactly like the Jesse Peterson I went to school with over fifty years ago,” the man said, looking confused.“Well, I hardly think that’s possible,” Grant said warily.The man was about to say something when Jesse reappeared with a book in his hand. “Here you are, Sir. I believe this is the book you were looking for.”The man stared at.