She was a submissive like me and wanted my help to become an experienced slave. We shared our details and started talking. Luckily, she stayed near me..., so we decided to meet casually. I was really excited to meet her and get to know her.Her name was Tina. She was 24 years old, working as a counselor in a reputed aviation training firm. She is fair, short hair with an ass to die for. She looks like an angel.We met and talked about our likes, dislikes, limits, and she wanted to know about my. So she did as well. He pickedup her bag and walked around the table.Hunter and Taylor walked through the mall together. Hunter followedTaylor into a discount shoe store. She looked around. It was a chain thatshe was familiar with, but she had never been in one before. It was a lotbigger on the inside than she had expected.She turned to him and said, "I'll meet you in the food court in a halfhour." She closed by kissing hunter on the cheek. She stepped back andturned away. Hunter caught her hand. I handled the first couple of interviews rather clumsily, and I think it became pretty obvious to the prospects that my only major concern was that they wouldn't rob me blind. I wasn't overly thrilled with the first two candidates, both of them being pretty patronizing and seemingly harboring resentment that a person in his mid-twenties would be making enough money to afford both a rather upscale apartment and a housekeeper. I tired of the process quickly, I had already mentally decided that I. It was the wine which opening her emotions. We had finished a bottle of red wine. We reached the garage and we didn’t search for the coal but talked for a few more minutes about myself, which is not relevant to this story.After a while, we remember to search for the coal and we found a bag of coal on the shelf. We didn’t have a ladder or stool to reach the bad. All we had in the garage was the landlady’s car, a lawnmower, and a bicycle. We searched for the alternatives for a few minutes.I.