I smiled to reassure him, "well?"He looked at the other two before answering."Yes I did, fuck we all did, every morning and evening we waited in Dave ...'s room to see if you would walk about naked... it was the highlight of our day." See these two pictures?" I tapped two of the photos."Did you get off on watching me when you took these?"All three of them said yes."Well how do you feel when tell you that I knew you were watching and did a little strip as I took my knickers off just to tease. ‘Well, well, well Ms. Morris…you break up with me, tear up some pictures, and manage to tape one back together to keep. You really have moved on.’ He smugly said, accentuating the sarcasm and showing me the photo. It was a picture that a stranger took when John and I walked to the park. We found this one tree that had pretty flowers on it and it became our favorite tree. I remember his arms wrapping around me. He whispered that he loved me, I looked up at him, and we kissed…which became the. A gasp streamed from my lips as I felt her fingers close over the thick weighty shaft beneath the lightweight fabric of my pants. She groaned as her hand slid deliciously up and back along its length ending with a firm grip over the bulbous crowned head as it grew thicker with each gently persuasive touch. She whispered into my lips as our kiss became more and more demanding to know one another, “Let’s go to the guest house. I don’t want to do this where you and Jane sleep.” I could have. ?A dominatrix. I dominate men for kicks. That’s my thing, that’s what I get off on, that’s what my sexuality is. You can’t be my boyfriend because I don’t do boyfriends, I do slaves.??Uh???It is true you’d look cute in a collar. But I’m guessing that’s not your thing, so.. Game Over. Unless you’re about to give in. And I don’t think you are, because at least half of the people in this room, including your dear little sister here, know just what I my tastes are. That said, if you really.