"What better way to watch a movie, Clarisse."I already have the movie in the DVD player. We sit on the sofa, closebut not too close. Helping ourselves... to the snacks, I then turn on themovie. I reach over for a bottle of wine, open it and fill our glassesjust as the title appears on the screen."The Fog." I love these types of movies, Tammy." Here's to the movie, Clarisse." We clink our glasses together and takea sip."And to a wonderful evening, Tammy."We both curl up on the sofa. As the movie. Pulling my head back to stare deeply into my masters eyes. He growls out ….. “What do you say to Master?”…My eyes widen in slight fear as my breathe catches in excitement. I start a slow grin, and think to be a smartass, I say “More please?”.My master stares hard at me but has this sly smile of his own, that rises the hair on my flesh. He slides his other hand into the water and slowly touches and circles the tips of my breasts. My heart pounds hard in time with my master’s fingers as they. I managed to go to several proms but the two that were the most exceptional were my own junior and senior ones. Actually, my junior prom wasn't that sexually spectacular except that the girl I took as my date was one of the cutest and sexiest babes in the school. She was a rather petite girl, extremely pretty, very funny and pleasant to be with, and she was still budding into the maturing body of a young woman. Her breasts were probably A/B-cup in size, not nearly as big as some of her. My wife quickly hurried to open it. Standing there was a well dressed black man in his mid 50’s that I had not seen before. My wife took his hand and welcomed him inside, I could tell she had not seen him before either. She instructed him to follow her as she held his hand led her to our bedroom. I followed along at a distance and stood just outside the doorway. Not hardly a word was spoken between them. My wife kneeled down on the floor and unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He was.