I told her that on Sunday night she would have her wish granted but refused to elaborate any further. Despite her protestations all week end; I refuse...d to let on.Sunday night I told Karen to go put on something that she could slip off real easy; but reminded her no underwear. She chose a white blouse and simple black skirt.We got in the car and drove to Tottenham Court Road; where we walked towards London's famous Soho. I could tell Karen was becoming excited and she kept up a constant chatter. But I get to call the shots, you are if you want to think of it like this; you're my slave, you do what I tell you to do." I'm not sure about this, I'm only thinking about agreeing to it doing this because I want that house." That's fine with me, I want you with no strings attached." We sat in silence, she fiddled with her fingers obviously nervous about our agreement."When do you want to start.?" she looked even more apprehensive, I slid back in the chair making myself more comfortable,"You. "Busy workweeks kept us apart. She had client presentations, while I was busy closing the February issue of Frozen Food Focus, the trade magazine I edited. But we exchanged light, teasing emails. "I won't keep you out late, S," I wrote. "You'll be in bed by 10."She wrote back, "Maybe EARLIER!!" That was Sandi.Saturday came, and the express subway seemed to crawl up to Grand Central Terminal, where I hopped off and walked to her apartment and gave her a bunch of roses. "What a sweetie!" she. She is lying on the blanket completely nude, her bare ass waiting to be caressed and kissed. I start at her feet kissing and sucking every toe while my hands fondle her ass. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it. She stopped me before I got past her knee. She turned over and told me it's not fair that she is nude and I am still dressed. She sits up and motions for me to come to her. I crawl up to her kissing her as I reach her. She kisses me back and reaches for my shirt pulling it over my.