...........................................................My heart was pounding as I drove around the streets, my battered old carwhich I had not man...aged to replace since graduating two years earlier,stood out like a sore thumb as I finally arrived at the house.I couldn't believe the size of it, beautiful modern architecture, crispwhite exterior walls, gated entrance, pillars, beautifully manicuredgarden, was I really in southern England? It felt more like Beverly Hillsto me & I felt like I. He must be 6’4′ and about 240#, she thinks, and not a wasted ounce on him. ‘Afternoon Ms James, I’m Jim and I’ll be helping you this afternoon,’ he says as he gently takes her hand. ‘If you’ll just step up here and get on this table, lying face down we’ll begin.’ As he gently guided her to the table, she could feel his strength flow through her hand. He helped her out of her robe and then turned his back, while putting the robe on the chair, and allowed her to lie down and get comfortable. ‘Now. ..I awoke as the orgasm ripped through me, soaked in sweat, moaning, thrashingand franticly masturbating, feelings of dread and shame and desire minglinginto one. What on earth was happening to me?I finished work early the next day and went straight to my local major store.I'd always found it hugely embarrassing to buy girls stuff face to face, asthough it would be obvious that the stuff was for me, but I knew there was aself-checkout at this place and I'd seen the false nails on sale there.. Also, what if someone else had walked in instead of Sylvia? Someone who didn’t understand? I don’t want to have to worry about being embarrassed in that way, slave.” I hadn’t thought about that. My heart began to race. “I’m sorry, Master.” “I know you are sorry, pet, but I think we should take care of this so we can enjoy the rest of our day. Don’t you agree?” I looked around. There were other picnickers around, but they were a good distance away. Master had rented a shelter that offered a.