” “Wow,” she said, “You're a really nice guy and already you've cheered me up and put my faith back in the human race. Do you like a "smoke? �...��I mean a smoke of some good weed.” “I understand,” I said...”And yes - I'd welcome a good smoke...but, maybe outside on the platform - after we've finished here...?” “Of course,” she said.” “It wouldn't really do to smoke a good joint in here, would it now?” And so we vanished, into the swirling fog, up to the far end of the platform and she took out a. Over fruit, rolls, and coffee, we discussed the previous night's activities, Jaye naked as usual, curled up with her head in Samuel's lap, stroking his Black Cock.She told us about her mixed emotions – living out the fantasy, its gritty reality, erotic high, her humiliation from the use of her body and shame at how she loved it. Being sold for dances and groping hadn't really bothered her that much – it was kind of an extension of the night before at Z'club, but she had been shaken by her. They joked about it as he carried out the bags. He resisted the temptation to check the contents of the ‘extra’ bag, he’d checked and double-checked last night — camera, power cord, extra battery, toys, and a laptop to download the videos. He checked his watch, ten-thirty already, what the hell was she doing, he thought. But just as he moved to go in and coax her out, the door opened and she stepped out. He watched as she closed the door, locked it, and checked to make sure it was locked. I deal with that at work all day, and I shut that part of my brain off when I leave. I am beginning to understand what that does for you, though, so it is a game we can play sometimes. You can let me know you want to play by calling me 'Sir', and I will let you know if I want to play by issuing orders. If we are not playing, my 'orders' mean nothing, and we are equal friends. Do you understand?" A deep wave of emotion coursed through her body, and she rubbed against me like a cat demanding to.