I have to bathe her.”“Alright.” She smiled at me and I found myself annoyed by the sexual enticement she tried to put behind it, wondering at th...ese feelings and their rise in me, curious as to why I would feel them. I called the good doctor, since he seemed to calm me with his presence, and invited him. And I cleaned my slave in my private bathroom, undressing her from her bondage to shower her off. She lifted to the sprayer and I had to smile. The slave’s spray in the dungeon was cold water. We went on for some time. She couldn’t do it anymore and told me to hug her and I did. I didn’t know the time was 10.30 pm and I saw her sleeping beside me. I kissed her on her lips. As she woke up, she asked me what time it was and told her the time. She said she liked this and want some more.I said I don’t mind coming anytime and fucking her. She said to have dinner with her and we did have dinner. At the dinner table, I put my hand on her leg and started rubbing them(learned it from the. One time took all of our energy. Holding each other, we dozed off into a peaceful sleep. I dreamed fitfully that night about strange stuff. I don't remember all of it but some of it was about a fair and I was riding a carrousel reaching for a ring that kept moving further and further from my grasp. Then I was in the back seat of my father's car, the 1984 Buick he had had when I was a teen. I was sitting there as Silvia Moore, my first girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. The real thing had been. Me maquillé y jadeé mis uñas. Me animé a salir por la puerta. Me sentí bien al principio con muy pocos coches. Llegué a West 5th y había mucho más y yo caminaba por la calle mirando que quería un truco, oh Dios. Empecé a ponerme nerviosos por esto. Estaba pensando en dar la vuelta y empujar la tuerca. Llegué a la esquina para cruzar y, por supuesto, había autos frente a los que había cruzado la calle. Seguí diciéndome a mí mismo que estoy más cerca de donde estar. He visto a un tipo mirándome.