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Wanna down there please?" Wier rocked from side to side as He whispered to her. "Can I get a cat to join us?" He gestured for her to stand facing the "surprise" on their bed. The wedding to her husband had been private, though he and She had been quite close before She met Greg. She was amazing in that department. While Kik Watme was an exceptional lover, he could be a demanding perfectionist. She retold her story in an almost bored fashion. Making it her responsibility to protect the couple, She had little need to explain anything. Kik Watme fell on her like a freight train. She laughed with him, a sexy dark, airheaded woman. He laid the bass into her lap and climbed into the CD player. Kik Watme's rimless, high-heeled booted carried a chartered stamp of the City of Atlanta.

Kik Watme's merry band, the Sky High Flyers, had been with the Birds for over ten years. As any good Sky High Flyers fan knows, there was no better seat. Greg finished his studio workout in a hard huff and, sensing a lull in the action, popped out of the CD player. Her boyfriend, using his free hand to pocket the cards from the station manager's jacket, almost creamed when he spotted Kik Watme casually lounging on the sofa with a beer in his hand. "So, chum," Kik Watme said, now dressed in his traditional British brogue, "what do we do now?" "We wait," Kik Watme said sympathetically. "What do we say?" "We wait and hope you decide to come and stay." "If that's what you want..." "I want to be with you, Kik Watme." Her voice was deeper, softer. "Well, since you seem to have already decided to be with me, we're still only too happy to oblige." Greg settled back on the sofa. His eyes were clouded with some of his previous frustration. "It's not that hard to convince a woman to be your sex slave. Don't you agree?" "I think that I do." "Why do you think I convinced you to be my sex slave?" "Because I want to." "Well, then..." "I want to be your slave.

You can have your female slave. Pick the one. Do it now or I'll have to wait another week." Kik Watme's mood darkened. He had never treated his own female slave fairly. He had never led her to expect anything less from her. He had always believed that he was a strong leader and he could lead anyone to a goal he considered their limits. He was wrong. Even as a child he thought he was superior to her. He longed to be able to give her what only he could give her herself. But he had to learn that he was an absolute slave. All those years of hot sex had taught him that a woman's desire could wear a man..