With that recipe, she mused, why wouldn't she feel attracted?Mick had shorn off her years as surely as she'd abandoned her common sense. She'd felt li...ke a teenager, giddy with her first true love experience. Impatiently, she looked at her watch and found the time was only 8.30. She had at least a couple of hours before she had to organise some lunch for the band. She closed her eyes and tried to doze.Mick woke to the smell of blueberry pancakes and fresh coffee. The bed was in a mess with. - "What is it that couldn't wait until tomorrow? No, no, let me guess. Did you think that if you all came in to support Erica I’d change my mind?" No, sir… we… we’re actually here for the same reason. We’re all on the verge of failing math, you know? After you spoke with Erica she told us what happened and we all decided to come here to talk to you." Were they really all failing? Four people? That’s roughly a quarter of the class. Maybe I kind of sucked at this." - I quickly pondered. - "Look. Suddenly I got very nervous and my bf said lets just go inside and look at the toys. I agreed to this and the adventure truly began. Inside we perused the dildos and handcuffs until I could see this place was full of normal looking people...I looked at my bf and said let's do this before I chicken out.Bill, my bf paid our entry fee and we went into the booth area. Men were standing in the hallways and looking at us. It gave me a rush to see these men looking at me like I am some sort of fuck. This particular afternoon we decided to play ‘slaves’. In this game we would take it in turns to be the ‘slave’, and do whatever the other person wanted. This time it was Charlottes turn to be the slave, which meant that I was the master! I liked it best that way. The game started off simply, I’d ask her to tidy my room, find a toy I’d lost, fold my clothes, that sort of thing, but if she did something wrong there was a forfeit. The first forfeit was to get undressed, I guess because it.