She knew I was hers, she knew she could take me anytime she desired and I would let her. She straightened up and walked away.I looked over at Brett, w...ho was smiling like a Cheshire cat.“That broad really gets to you, doesn't she,” Brett said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.“Yes she does, I want her to make love to me. If I hadn't just cum, I would have pulled her into our bed and given you a show,” I replied.Brett just chuckled, he was probably thinking of the all the possibilities. And too idealistic for your own good. I know about that one, myself. Very familiar with that."With the cigarette, she pointed to Pluto on my chart. She spoke more softly, solemnly. "This is your darkness. It's in a wonderful position. It has all good aspects, so you're not the violent, ruthless Plutonic type. You're very aware of your darkness, very secretive about it. You understand that it separates you from most people. But you use your darkness to bring light. There's great pain in doing. Blonde like her daughter, she also had a sporty frame and smaller, perky breasts; hinted at in her tight tank top. "So, Luke. Melissa speaks highly of her weekend with you," she said while sipping her wine, "and she has convinced April that she 'has to try it'. What exactly do you think you're gonna do to my young daughter, huh?" Jen had also downed a few wines by now.The table was silent and glances shot between Jen and Luke. "Only what April wants to try," Luke casually responded while. On seeing the whip, the colour drained from my face. I left all shredsof dignity and courage behind and prostrated myself in front of her,kissing her boots. "Please don't whip me mistress. I'll do anything," Isobbed.Sue's features immediately softened. "Maybe I won't slave girl. First,tell me your story. How did you come to become this half-man, half-woman?" Thank you mistress," I whimpered, tears of relief on my face, and beganmy narrative."My story started some months ago in a nuclear shelter.