”“You could pretend to lose something under the table and suck on my boner right now.”She faked a frown. “I don’t think so.”“If you show... the waiter your tits, I won’t have to give him a tip.”She kicked my shin.“Okay, I’ll settle for a handjob while we’re driving and then you can get into some serious oral sex at the next rest area.”“Are you going to let a truck driver see me jerking you off?”“It sounds like that’s something you’d like to do.”“Well, I’ve shown off everything I’ve got to a few. The drive home just another delay.As expected for this evening, blessedly her family would be out of the house granting her the needed time for sensual seductions of self.Yet a worry.A nervous bite of her lower lip.Would her owner be online?She could try to find another playmate, but it was her owner’s attention that she truly craved.A quick scan of her notifications.Ah!There it was.Her Mistress’s message. ADarkAngel: “Dress code four.”ADarkAngel: “When you are in the proper attire further. All she had read had been in theory in her mind and though it strengthened her resolve for what she had decided, Becca was still unsure. "How long will . . .?" she began but trailed out as her voice failed. He had already said "a week or two . . ." to the woman on the street, but Becca knew that was for her initial adjustment to her new life. That thought summed it up: 'new life.' The contract had not mentioned any time limit, but only spoke in absolute terms of how she was to be under his. There have been a few occasions when I have not been very happy with her choice of men, mainly because she was with someone that we know, or in one case with one of my co-workers. Up until recently though she had never been with someone who I would call a friend. Every couple of weeks Kate and I have a party at our place. Nothing too outrageous, just a small gathering to catch up with friends who we hardly ever get to see. We have a big outdoor area with a pool and spa so there is always.