I sucked harder and grazed my teeth against the hard brown button. Paula grabbed the back of my head entwining her fingers in my hair, pulling it. But... not pulling my mouth and teeth off her nipple. I bit down harder and with a gasp she pulled my head up. I thought I had gone too far but she only moved my mouth to her other breast and I repeated my not so tender affections there. With my mouth busy gently torturing her breasts, I moved my hand down between her legs. I was greeted openly with. She was crying softly, holding my hand to her breast tightly and working her hips now. “I know you want a slave, but I don’t want to lose you. You aren’t disappointed in me, are you? I don’t think I could stand that.”“Shhh ... It’s okay, baby. I understand, and I appreciate your honesty. You come to me when you can, and I will give you all you need. I will take care of you, and nurture you, and love you as much as I can while you are here.” I started to move, withdrawing and thrusting just an. My potential new client seemed quite nice on the phone telling me their situation along with their needs prior to my site visit. I explained my fees and how the whole process worked. We agreed to meet to go over her ideas and for me to make notes and sketches.This was in late January, I finally had some free time in mid February so we set a date. I arrived at her “McMansion”, parking on the street. I knew my old pick up truck leaked oil and I didn't want to lose a job by leaving a spot on their. It was twenty feet wide with a double yellow stripe down the middle.The archway was exactly what I had in mind, Fort Dean in big letters at the top of the arch that spanned the new roadway. The JBG security logo was on the left side, on the right was Cameron Parish, Louisiana - Southern and Central American command and training center.Past the arch the road split with an armed guard shack in the middle and the one arm barrier controlled by the guards. Past the barrier were a double row of.