"There was a time when I would have though that an adequate reward wouldhave been the annulling of my debt. However that time was now longpassed; wher...e could I go now even if he did set me free?I had disappeared from the real world and down the rabbit-hole likesome kind of Alice In wonderland. My reality was this, I needed myMaster, I feared my Master, I respected my Master, I loved my Master.The next week I was told to pack a few things, I was going to find outjust what my 'reward' would. ‘I’ll be with you in 2 minutes,’ your message reads. My heart races and I try to compose myself. My body is trembling and I take another sip of champagne to steady my nerves. The bar door opens. I’m like a rabbit caught in the glare of car headlights, transfixed at your beauty. You are wearing a short low cut, green and black figure hugging cocktail dress. It shows off your pert 34c breasts, in the most fantastic way. The silky material hugs the firm contours of your hips. Your smooth toned. “You don’t think that I faked it?”“No,” I stammered. Feeling a bit self-conscious.Alice looked back over her shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me, or are you just admiring the view?”“I am!” I answered. “But I need to, you know, to wear something.”“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” she laughed. “I want you all the way inside, with nothing between us.”With this invite, I grabbed her tiny waist & placed my cock up against the cleft of her arse. Then leaning back slightly I pushed it down, then I allowed. We had shared chats over the coffee break at the adult education classes. She was doing a beautician's course; I was studying for an examination in French I should have passed when I was at school. A week ago we had gone to the cinema together and fumbled in the back seats. Thinking back to that evening at the cinema should have warned me. Eve was far more direct about the fumbling than I was. Actually she didn't fumble at all. Her hands pulled mine to her breasts. Her hand found my erection..