According to Janice, they were in Victoria's Secret, when she struck up a conversation with another man. One she just met in the store. Janice knows... the rules and she was right to tell me about her having a conversation with another man.Now I'm not unreasonable. I know that during the course of her days, she will talk to other men. But those are business conversations, ones that she must hold in our world today. But she is not allowed to just have a casual conversation with any man she. No matter what she used on herself, it would never be the same as having a real cock inside of her. Then again Tamara wouldn't know, she was still a virgin to her own dismay.After some hour or two of playing with herself, Tamara stood and turned off the shower.Stepping out, her face was now flushed and she found herself breathing heavily.Grabbing a towel and drying off, she noted how wet she still was between her legs and how wobbly her legs felt from her small exertions only moments before. My slave was locked up all the time unless I wanted to use my toy. In our contract I was able to be with anyone I wanted. My slave was no longer in control at all. I purchased an anklet with a key on it which is on my avatar. My slave puts that on each day so he knows who the keyholder is.Having more than six months on our contract I added many things during that time. In June my slave was required to do my nails each week, massage my feet, bathe me, and massage my body whenever I wanted. Our. We kissed a few times and wrestled a few times and joked around. “Have you fucked Bonnie yet?” “Nope, but I have kissed her tits”.“Maybe you should try to fuck her mom. I was talking with her and she was complaining that Buford is not fucking her enough. She even mentioned your name—said your dad was the first guy to fuck her, maybe she ought to fuck you before you got Bonnie’s cherry.”“You’re kidding” I said.“I’m not, you should try, what have you got to lose. If not her, a lot of these.