He looks down at me. I bat my lashes.“Now we’ve run out of beer,” I say, “what are we going to do?”“Are you pre-op?”I’m sometimes disa...ppointed at not always ‘passing’, but only slightly because I am never without the right sort of attention.“On the basis that I’m not going to have any operations because I’m perfect as I am,” I say. “No.”He thinks for a moment. I get up and stand in front of him. My face is level with his neck, what there is of it, and I put my hands on those brute shoulders.. ?now that?s agood slave?? She stepped away and sat inthe reclining chair ?come on bitch crawl over here and finish the job? ??????????? I did as Iwas ordered. I was licking her toes and I was in heaven I never thought thatthis would ever be more then a fantasy but I was also real scared I had no Ideahow far this would go or how long??????????? As I waslicking her toes I heard a snap of a camera. My head jumped up ?what are youdoing? I asked??????????? ?Don?tworry if you behave you have nothing. This is the story of what happened just over a year ago and concerns myself and Diane.....The Cowen's have lived next door for about 10 years. I've never seen a man around their place, Sheila is a single mom. We've had many cookouts at my place, since I have a heated in-ground pool, with a huge jacuzzi. Both Sheila and Diane have always come over wearing a fairly skimpy bikini and loved to swim and enjoy the jacuzzi. I've watched Diane bloom from a skinny, gangly little 6 year old to a. I had to planmy week as well, I had lots to do. I had to say my goodbyes to Theresaand her girls, I had to visit one last time the sewing work shop, Ilearned a lot there and I met some nice Mexican peasant girls. Itcertainly was good for my Spanish which was improving daily. Even inTheresa's salon the girls were talking Spanish to me and I developed anear for the Mexican expressions and accent.I also had to say good bye to Tony the concierge who for a month now wastrying desperately to flirt.