Most days it was routine, but every once in a while...She stopped instantly when she came across a black envelope with their address in gold calligrap...hy. There was no return address, but none was necessary. There was only one sender that ever sent such distinguished mail, and this was the time of year it would come. It was the invitation to their local BDSM club's annual charity ball.The ball and the slave auction (held earlier in the year - another story for another time) were the two charity. "That's part of it." There'd been no football practice Tuesday or yesterday because of the rain. We couldn't even use the gym because of other activities. "She's just been a..." I stopped before calling my best friend a bitch."Totally," Tami agreed. "She barely ate anything at lunch. Maybe she's just hungry."I couldn't blame her for that. Tuna noodle surprise. The surprise was if you could keep it down."Must be her time of the month." Nope," Tami said, slipping her arm around me and her hand. This I thought was going to be one long day and I have never been so right about anything. Sarah’s job as a nurse often had her working on the weekend like this but now instead of finding it just boring I absolutely hated it. I went over the photos again and again until I almost had them memorized and then did the same with the video. All this seemed to do was make the rest of my day worse to the point that I almost put my fist through the screen sitting on the table in front of me.As the day. He was 4 years older than me, tall, muscular, beautiful smile, pretty eyes, and he also had the most perfect dreadlocks I had ever seen. The first thing I did was log into my FB app to write him a message. I told him that I was really looking forward to meeting him and that I would show him around the city. I also told him that all of my friends are going to want to get with him. He replied right away saying that he was looking forward to it also and that I may need to cock block him to keep.