I did it. I had sex with a stranger. An older woman who’s married at that. Someone I’ve only known for an hour. She raises her arm and stares at t...he back of her hand.“...I don’t feel all that different,” she remarks.Different from what? There’s a mysterious expression on Neon. “Do you regret it?” asks Sea.“I’m past regrets,” is Neon’s answer.“All right then.” Her tone turns Neon’s head. “I didn’t think you’d be into it.” “Why?”“You were kind of quiet all night. I was sure your nerves were. I flew over yesterday from Paris to enter into slavery.It was a difficult and scary decision, to leave my country, but now I am here,with my Master.He picked me up at the airport, and I knew immediately that I took the right decision, that I am at the right place, when I saw Him waiting for me and smiling at me.He gave me a kiss on my forehead and said: welcome my slave!Of course I felt a bit fear, but He gently guided me to His car and as we drove away from the airport, He began to explain. You're to come over tonight at midnight and enter Kesha's window. Tell no one." She hung up. I looked at the clock. I had thirty minutes and no idea what to expect. I paced nervously in my room until I had to go. When I arrived, I looked up to the dark window unsure of what to expect but knowing full well I was walking to my doom. As I peeked over the ledge of the window seal and looked into the room it appeared strangely vacant. Stepping inside the dark room I saw no one but heard Kesha. "Take. I will be cumming, Mr. Steve; it is what I want, and with you: full stop. Cheers!”I couldn’t believe Yen could have arranged this rendezvous; Tinh was so forthright, but even then I could only hope she was joking with me; a little drunk perhaps and just flirting with the foreigner manager from head office; in the morning, at work, she might have a headache and be embarrassed if she even remembered, but I was older and mature enough to forgive young people’s foibles. Her hand on my groin under.