" Now, I am running one finger up my slit." As I was saying the word 'slit', I moaned softly. To my surprise I was already pretty wet. Could it be tha...t magazine or was it this phone call?"Are you still looking at that magazine?" His voice interrupted my thoughts and for an instant, my pleasure.I probably should have told him that I had so many images in my mind both from the magazine and from listening to his voice, but I told him simply "Uhm, no, not right now. You want me to?" Yes. Lay it. When she saw me, she was a little more than startled herself. “You’ve aged,” she stated with some shock. “Your grandfather said you would be different, but I thought it would be something else.” As she stared at me, incomprehensibly, “How?”I blinked, having completely forgotten that in our travel back in time I had aged real-time, Hell, I may have forgotten Everything. There was only Julia, the rest of the world ... had vanished, there was only her. At that moment, nothing else mattered.Angela. I sat back with my legs under me and my arms behind me. I had to force myself to continue to look at the floor when every ounce of me wanted to look at her sexy outfit. I couldn't get over how powerful and sexy she looked."Look at me," my Mistress commanded me. I tilted my head up at her, admiring her as my gaze move up over her body, taking in ever contour of her body.My Mistress leaned over and slid my black leather collar around my neck. She then took a small silver lock and placed it. They made small talk as Leon drove, and at one point I saw him put his hand on Joyce’s exposed thigh. He then asked if she’d ever been with a black guy. Joyce giggled nervously and said no, and then asked him if he’d been with a white woman. Leon said yes, and shocked her I think when he said that he loved fucking sexy white women like herself. “If you ever decide to try it, I know you’ll love it Joyce, you're so beautiful and built the way black men love their women” I heard him tell her. I.