We needed to be in each other's arms, but we needed to talk too. That's something else we do very well together and that's why we are so complicated. ...He's my best friend. And I truly believe I am his too. We both wonder how we ended up with the people we are married to because they don't remotely understand us like we understand one another.We met close to the lake after dark in a pavilion area. My bad boy rode in on his HD and was waiting patiently for me. Although it was somewhat dark, I. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm John Nelson Winters. The Nelson bit is mothers maiden name and, yes, there is some connection to the Hero of the Nile and Trafalgar. At one stage the family had been quite wealthy, but that was before the First World War. My father was in the Army and my sisters and I went to boarding schools.Home was an old farmhouse owned by my grandparents. We lived there as and when dad's postings allowed, but got to see a fair bit of the world as well. David and. Naked and alone and smelling like sex, I accompanied him, this time, my hands bound before me and attached to a short leash. Once again, I felt the thrill of submission that Isshu had awoken in me; a trembling need that danced throughout my nervous system like the wings of an anxious butterfly. I had, in such a short time, become a slave to it, I realized, unable to quell the need that ebbed within me and made my cunt drip with every heartbeat.Oh, Isshu, what have you wrought, I wondered. I stood up looking down at her. Covered in cum she was so beautiful. She returned to her knees. Thank you master. Your welcome lily. You can come live with me. She smiled big. I won’t disappoint you Sir. That night we returned home. Where shall I sleep master?Listen Lily my name is Chris, please call me that, and just talk normally please. Ok thanks Chris No problem. I took her and showed her the house, when we got to the bedroom I sat her down. Listen this is our bedroom, I don’t want a slave,.