At about nine that night I got ready for bed. I took all my clothes off and slipped on a red over sized T-shirt. I started to go out my bedroom door t...o go down stairs when I decided that maybe I did not need my panties on under this shirt. I slipped them off tossing them onto the bed.I walked out into the living room to find Uncle Bill watching TV. I asked him if he wanted some ice cream. He told me he did and would be back down in a minute, as he wanted to slip into a pair of jogging pants. I. With every step I played back the exciting memory of what just happened in the men's room and of course the other thing that started my lust that day. Before that day, before that morning, I was a normal loving Military housewife. My husband and I had sex, and when we did it, it was good. But after just over a year of having sex with Peter, this day had to be the sexual high point of my life since I said "I Do" (Well not counting the house boat incident on our honeymoon.)Thinking about that as. Confused by the words he has just spoken I want an explanation but before I can ask his lips are on mine, kissing me. His tongue is playing with mine and I can't stop mine playing with his. I try to move but his grip is too tight. I should be getting scared and trying to leave but his firm grip and his lust to have me under his power and at the same time is such a turn on. He is holding my face in his hands, hissing"Angie my little step in sub, you will please me like I'm your real Master. Two large bright eyes peering from amongst a tangle of rain soaked rags and attempting to find some shelter in the doorway of a derelict industrial unit. Curious, he approached slowly. The eyes locked onto his and shining with such strong emotions he felt his heart leap. Hate, loathing, fear… and yet an over-riding excitement and undeniable lust.He spoke. Gently, encouraging. Who are you? What are you doing out here? Where do you live? The eyes blinked once and from the middle of the.