I showed her the phone and told her we needed to talk. She sat up quietly and quite nervously. I started to read the texts out loud, my voice cracking... from being nervous, as well as excited. She sat there in complete silence with her hands on her head and her mouth wide open. When I read the part about taking his entire cock deep into her pussy from behind, she sat up taller, as if she was trying to fly away. When it was all over, I asked her if this was truly happening or simply some silly. He grabbed my wrist. “No you go barefoot like you should be,” he said. I obeyed and walked out, carrying trash bags with me. As I stepped out onto the walkway it felt warm. I passed down the walkway out to the parking lot, which in July was baking. I winced as I put my bare foot onto the sizzling hot pavement. I began walking the 100 feet or so across the parking lot, barefoot in a long dress. I began to think about my man, and I got turned on. Suddenly the pavement didn’t feel bad. It was kind. Even in his painful state of mind he still found her irresistable. She stood beside the table and spoke to her lost servant. She produced a pice of paper and instructed Alan to sign it. With a smirk on her beautiful face she read it out loud to him. "This has got to be some kind of joke", Alan thought. You see Mistress Betty wanted Alan to sign a contract of slavery, it clearly stated that he would become her soul property to do with or even dispose of as she felt filt for the rest of his life.. We got back to his apartment suite, start to peel all the layers of clothing we had on and put the fire on. I changed into white silk pyjama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers; I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks to toast the New Year as Dan came in with just his boxers on. ''Claire-Bear?'' ''Yea…what's up?'' I turned to him. ''I want to make love to you for New Year. Would you give me your virginity?'' he asked unsure. I pondered his question for a minute before I made my.