The day after tomorrow, at seven. I'll be waiting."We kissed briefly again, and again I slipped a bit of tongue inside her mouth... loving the passion... I was feeling between us. As I turned to leave Nancy tugged on my sleeve."Next time will be a date. You know what that means." That we are going out?" No silly. It means that you are beginning to move on."Her words hit me like a cold bucket of ice. She was right. I had begun to move on in my life finally. Yet... I wasn't divorced. I was only. “Keep going, fuck me hard! I want you so bad! Push it in me again, I’ll loosen up.” I still couldn’t get over how she was talking, despite what we were doing, but I was eager to oblige. So I thrust into her again. This time she followed my rhythm and thrust upward at me. It felt extremely good! Then I started to think – I hadn’t jacked off for days so I was going to fill her right up! I figured I better pull out when I was ready, I certainly don’t need to be a father at 16. But I would love to. " ... slave? You were Mr. Shaw's slave though, weren't you? He trained you well." Mr. Shaw was my husband." Mr. Shaw was your master before he married you, isn't that right, Vanessa?" She stiffened when she heard me call her by her first name. I'd always been formal with her before."He loved me." I didn't ask you that, Vanessa. I'm sure he loved you. Even a master may fall in love with a slave. Don't forget that a slave can't lie to a master. She risks a whipping if she's caught lying to her. We had met a couple of times before I got to meet her husband Ray. Lucy and Ray had arranged to come to my house one Saturday night for some food , drink and fun, but I had no idea what sort of fun they had in mind. After a couple of drinks we went upstairs to the bedroom and Ray brought a bag with him which contained a tripod and video camera. Lucy had gone to the bathroom and when she returned she had taken her clothes off and was standing there in a black basque, stockings, heels and a.