Alarm bells that she was going to Jason’s place, but that I wasn’t invited.With this fear in my mind, I blurted out, “Am I invited?”There was ...a pitying look on Claire’s face as she reached down to tenderly stroke my cheek and told me, “Not this time, baby. Maybe next time.”The fact that this was all said as a statement, not a request, or a question for discussion, shocked me. But when I replayed events later, I also realized that Claire’s gentle assertiveness also excited me. It played to a. As I finish my drink I hear the bedroom door open. I see her poke her head around the corner and as I find her in the shadows, she asks me to close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I hear her coming closer. She slides one of our silk blindfolds over my eyes and makes sure it won’t come off. In no time at all I hear her robe fall to the floor and then I feel her hands slide open my legs. Then she slides those soft hands up my thighs. Then she just grazes my shaft through the towel I have wrapped. I could hear the smile in her voice. "You thought that being a concubine meant being used for sex and then treated like a servant, and you found something different."Nadia nodded. "Some of the women in the barracks have had more than one owner. Usually they've been traded in a couple times. Many of them have horror stories about men with impossibly large cocks and little tenderness. I remember one time I managed to sneak a peek at George after his enhancements. His was like a beer can with how. She looked at it and smiled. Then she reached out and snapped my support stocking.She laughed and said, "I knew it. I just knew it! You're wearing pantyhose, aren't you! How long have you been wearing women's clothes? Are you gay or just a pervert?"We both laughed and cried. Well, to sum it all up, I caught the bad guys. I took the job, so I got the money. And I definitely got the girl. All in all, not to bad for a simple line tech. Debbie and I both quit and took jobs with her Dad's firm. And.