A stuffy looking middle-aged man in a smart suit, and more interestingly, a younger man, closer to my age I would guess. He is far from smartly turned... out, sporting ripped faded jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. Despite his attire, he looks mouth-wateringly gorgeous. My heart sinks as I see him making his way down the carriage and settling into a seat quite a distance from me. Oh well, a bit of eye candy would have brightened the journey, but it looks like the magazine has got the job of keeping. My room was not more than a small closet andcontained my small, hard bed and built-in drawers. And not much more.The house was situated on a side street so it was much quieter that oneimagines New York to be.The duties were as before with Mistress Beverly. Except I was almostnever used sexually. Mistress Sonja had several lovers so She only usedme when She was frustrated or to reward me (almost never). When Mistresswas out of town for the weekend or on assignment, She loaned me to herlovers.. These rings are the symbols of your love for one another. They are also the symbol of the commitment and the pledge of monogamy that you are pledging to one another. When you put these rings on one another's fingers, you put them there to show the world that you are in a committed relationship for all eternity. And now, it is my pleasure to go forth with the ring exchange part of the wedding ceremony. May I now have the rings?"Katie and Luke produced the rings that they were holding. Each laid. .. my favorite place in the world... anxious and excited, knowing you are either already there or soon will be... we have planned this very carefully since we can not afford to be caught.My pulse quickens as I round a corner and see my lovely little hideaway... it has been so long since our last tryst... I am starved for the sight of you... my lover... my daring, sensual, exciting sex god.There isn't a car there... I feel pangs of disappointment... then remind myself that you'll soon be joining.