In the car, strip off all your clothes and walk to my door like that. Leave your things in the car apart from your keys, let yourself in and assume yo...ur position. That is all, now leave.”Before my mind registers that I can go, I'm sitting there open mouthed as to what he is telling me to do. I know that Taylor is one of Master’s part-time playthings, but being naked in front of Master’s driver, Dave, is a punishment as Master knows I think he is creepy. I'm not stupid enough to question him so. We glance over at the mirror at the same time looking at the reflection of our bodies. We watch as you lower yourself to kiss me. I feel the entire length of your body hot against mine. My nipples rubbing against your chest your cock rubbing against me. Your lips on mine your tongue dipping between my lips, I suck on it and bite your lips while my back arches wanting to feel even more of you. My hips begin to rock slowly my breathing speeds. ‘So sweet’ you rasp as you slip the head of your cock. ‘This is not how we should be discussing this. Please. Put the matches down.’ ‘You tell me, Andrea—you tell me where you were tonight!’ I touched the match to the strip, showing her just how serious I was. She took it as an invitation into the room, her hands outstretched towards me, as though trying to calm me—as though I, her husband, was one of her patients! She continued moving towards me like Cruella de Vil cornering a helpless Dalmatian. ‘I know where you were!’ I told her, as she took. . Hey, help me with these girls then. Julie knows some cool shit. See how she has them all with their arms behind their heads? It makes their tits stand out better, and makes it easier to see their bodies and shit." "Hey Joey. When did you start saying shit in every sentence you say? You're almost as bad as those fucken' Seniors. Heh... I take it these are the finalists?" "Yeah. Do I really say shit all the time? Shit. I guess I do. Shit... Shit! I gotta stop saying that shit!. SHIT!" Joey was.