But the feeling vanished when she realizedthe silhouette in their bedroom doorway was not that of Master, but of anotherman. He was dark and mysterio...us. She could see the muscle in hisarms. He obviously was an employee of her Master because he was wearingblack dress pants a white shirt and a tie but she could see the anticipationin his body, the intensity in his dark flashing eyes. He didn't take asecond glance at the diamond-studded dog collar around her neck or her chainedup wrist, but. I was also trying to hit Christine’s bump, which I could not see. Whether I did, or not, Christine’s reaction was everything I could have hoped for. I had left her ungagged as both a test of Christine’s will and to add force to this moment. Christine did cry out, briefly, but there was no mistaking the magnitude of her orgasm. Even I could see the puddle that was under her. All I cared was whether her tender flesh had parted, or not. In any form of performance, the very best applause begins. Something about you couldn’t make me walk away. I soon learned your favourite place to eat, drink and who your friends were. You were different to the other girls I had seen, you had a strong presence about you. I still believe you don’t know about it. Your world was so different to everyone else’s, yet so similar. The way you would walk, people noticing you, heads turning to stare, something you would never notice. Your bravery astounded me, you did not show the emotion within you. You kept it. "Christine came up with the solution."Look, we both have needs that are not being met. It really is a bad idea to have an affair or rendezvous with someone we don't know, the consequences are just way too much. I don't want a divorce and neither do you, so I guess we could just keep this to ourselves and I can continue to use my vibrator and you can use your hand to satisfy yourself. Or..." Or what."Sort of at impasse, we stared. And stared.Soon Christine was rubbing my leg, watching my.