She also said that she had shaved.Over the next week the conversations became more intense, she would bring up a point of interest and I would expand ...upon it leading her into the realm of master and slave. By the end of the week she admitted that giving someone else total control over her was intriging. The next day I didn't call her or answered when she called and I did not go to the Sunday service. She texted me a couple times before I told her to knock it off that I was giving her a couple. ‘What if it causes me to panic,’ he asked. She answered his question with one of her own, asking if he thought feeling excitement and euphoria would cause anxiety. She told him to call a limo-service and they should pick them up as soon as possible, assuring him she had a treat in store. ‘Give them our phone number and have them confirm when they’re on the way. If they can’t send anyone in the next half-hour, they should let us know right away.’ She did her nails with the ones he bought her.. Anderson took his hands off Farida’s. ‘See if you can do it yourself now.’ Farida did as she was told and bit her lip in concentration like she imagined the girl whose role she was playing would do. Anderson impressed that Farida managed to maintain the rhythm, fumbled under his pillow for the remote control. He found it, quickly pressed the green button and slid it back under his pillow. What was he going to do to Farida? What could he get away with? Could he really incorporate everything. I was a twenty-three year old graduate with a first in business. I was smart, independent. My boss regularly told me I was ‘going places’. What the damn hell was I doing?As if to answer my question, the doorbell rang. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Then, as if mechanically, I was walking towards the door, undoing the chain, turning the key, and pulling it open.“Hey,” Scott said brazenly. “Miss me?”I stepped back to let him in. Absurdly, he seemed taller, more attractive. My legs felt so.