I just laughed and said "No I'm not thinking of a hookup I am married, just needed a drink and a place to relax. Then I noticed that the lady was stan...ding next to me ordering more drinks for her and her friends. I looked up at the bartender and told him to put the drinks on my tab. "No you do not have to buy our drinks and as a matter of a fact we do not want you to buy our drinks" I was thrown back on how she responded to my offer. She got her drinks and walked back to her table and told her. .. ,” she tried not to cry again, but she couldn’t finish her statement.“He what? Should I get Mrs. Dubsky or Mrs. Mancuso?” I pressed the matter.“He would ... cut me off food. He does it now and then, to save resources and also to punish concubines. He doesn’t do it too often, for fear of it being obvious, but he does it once in awhile. He ... also,” the girl shuddered as she revealed a shocking secret.“He ... what? Is it what you were crying about?” I insisted.“He calls them, ‘accidents,’ but. I have still not found a real life Master."Now I was the one that was shocked. Our lunch period was almost over and I invited her to my house for dinner. I told her that she might see some things that would shock her. But I really wanted to talk about this more.She jumped at the chance. We made plans to meet on the way out so that she could follow me home. She knew where I lived. But I kind of wanted to be there when she walked in and saw Lynn.The rest of the day passed quickly and I was. . I need to know what to call you ... I need your name or the Mistress will beat me. Now what is your name?” she said, stabbing her fingers in and out rapidly and keeping Beverly dancing on the very edge of her orgasm without letting her tumble over. Becky knew just how to do this because Mistress had done it to her so many times, she had become an expert at riding that dangerous edge.“Beckeee...” Beverly cried haplessly.Becky pulled away, leaving Beverly stomping her feet in frustration. Becky.