Eventually we got back to the night at the hotel, she said she was naked and put on my t-shirt,her ass showing and next thing she knew i was naked and... passed out...as she went on in our emails back and forth she continued to tease. i was already jerking off. the following week i had to be out of town on business. i posted where i was going, i took a picture of the crappy rental car in front of my hotel and posted that with a joke the next night as i got out of the shower there was a knock at. But eventually, we connected on such a deep level. She let me see her memories and of course she saw all of mine. She not only knows of you, but she’s seen all that we’ve done together. She’s very excited to meet you if you accept. Of course, you will be just as much her slave as mine.” “What will being a slave be like?” I ask. “I’m not going to lie, it won’t be easy. It’ll be very degrading at times. But it’s worth it. According to Astrid, being a slave is meant to humble you. It is meant to. With heels, she looked devastating! If she hadn't already been pregnant, she would have been after I saw her in that dress! She told me that she wasn't sure she would ever wear it when anyone else could see her. It was very short. She couldn't quite sit on it!We enjoyed each other and didn't make a big effort to find people. It was like a hangnail. You noticed it when it bothered you. I noticed when Wendy looked particularly good and I wished we had more friends to who I could show her off.. “Can I get a rain check on my fantasy?” I said “sure next time” she said. “Contessa, I can’t leave without saying goodbye your captivating breast.” Then I took a special pleasure and time in kissing her breast and telling them that I would be back soon to enjoy there company.As I was ready to go, Contessa told me “I have been thinking if you do not want to tell Di about us ... neither will I. I have enjoyed this times with you . If it takes lying to Di to be with you, so be it.” I said “I have.