"Hello?" she trilled, "Oh hi, Rod!No, nothing much. I.. What? Yes, it was very nice! No I can't. Really.Not today. Call you back? 'Bye now!"For the re...t of the day I wondered about that call, but Lena wouldn'ttalk about it. Instead, she suggested I call Keyholder and ask aboutgetting out of this. I did, and a few hours later I posted:I'm the one who locked myself up in a c-belt for a 10-day trip andreported on it when I got back, thinking you'd give me permission to getmy keys and release. It’s around lunchtimes or after dinner that I see him, and I kind of giggle at his clothes. Thursday, my husband was going to the Bruins game, and I went straight to the gym from work. I changed outfits in the locker room and only older soccer mom douchebags were there, the typical mid-forty to sixty-year-old bottle blondes with no asses who eat only sushi and salads. I always start on the treadmill and when I went into the big room, I saw the eighties guy was there. He was away from the women. ?My Master extends my services to You Sir, with His compliments. May I be of any assistance or service to You Sir?? The sexy submissive spoke to my Master in a very soft submissive voice, her eyes cast down, and with a pretty pink blush suffusing her features and body?My Master eyed her with a wickedly speculative gleam and said, ?Very nice. You must thank Your Master for me. Yes, I think you are just what I require right now. Come and assist me with my slave, slut.? The submissive dipped into. .. and to ogle that jiggling set of boobs.Come again?Full stop; just enough force on the front brake so the bike doesn't flip.He turns around. Eyes confirm what he absent-mindedly observed from in front: what a delectable posterior in those anthracite leggings. That salmon hoodie, however... not exactly his cup of tea. But these luscious, thick thighs... What was that less pleasant detail again?He pedals, catches up with her. Full stop using his rear brake in the curve, kicking up dust,.