Aaron offered me his hand and helped me up from my chair, “It is wonderful to see you again, Sandy,” “I’m curious, though. Your legal name appears on your resume as Sandra May Anderson. Sandy is the softer, more feminine, and I assume the shorter version of Sandra. Slave Are you aware Sandra is the shorter version of two classic women’s names fetish in history or literature, Alexandra or Cassandra? I prefer Sandy. It is more in keeping with your youthful appearance and golden strawberry blonde hair that enhances your cornflower blue eyes,” and pussy he again took my hands in his and kissed them. “I’ll see you tomorrow, at ten sharp.” I AGAIN DREAMT OF AARON the night before my interview. Most were pleasant, dreams. I dreamt he was elated with my job performance and completing my work promptly and efficiently. My alarm clock woke me three hours before my interview, to be on the safe side. sexy I awoke from tits dreaming I was kneeling at Aaron’s feet, naked as he braided my hair into pigtails, except now my hair was waist length. In my dream, I did something to displease him. He was fair and gave me a choice for my punishment, braids, or a short haircut. As he braided, Aaron admonished, “You will wear your hair this way in public until I say otherwise.” In my dream, Aaron also warned, “Sandy, if you insist on behaving like a disobedient child, you may look like one.” I lay in my bed, thinking about my last erotic dream, becoming aroused at the thought of being Aaron’s submissive, obedient woman with my hair in pigtails. It was a harmless, pleasant fantasy. Ephesians 5:22, says in part, “Wives, submit yourselves unto your husbands.” The Bible recognizes men as natural leaders and protectors, and women the nurturers and caregivers. I was to be interviewed and already knew Aaron is strict about appearance and punctuality. I will comply with those as conditions of employment should I get the job. I closed my eyes as my fingers found their way to my plump pussy, and I parted my pink lips to my sensitive, swollen clitoris. I pleasured myself, stroking my flower bud while rubbing my long hair on my breasts and sensitive erect nipples, thinking of my Sir as my subtle orgasm sated my sexual needs. I would have preferred to spend more time in bed babe fantasizing about him but showered instead. I wondered as I toweled off in front of the mirror if Aaron preferred my pussy, shaved or unshaved. I HAVE A PETITE FIGURE, and I’ve always chosen my wardrobe carefully; choosing quality over quantity. I have clothes set aside, timeless classics; some professional business attire that fits perfectly and seldom worn. The dress code was casual at the Barista, and I wore a logo ball cap, blue jeans or Capri pants with colorful blouses, with a plastic name tag attached and comfortable white sneakers. This interview was a turning point in my life. Even though Aaron wouldn’t see my sexy silk and lace undergarments, I’m sure he would approve. I would secretly tease him, during the interview, although I openly teased him in my dreams. I wore gray wool, knee-length pencil skirt, not the tan or navy-blue. They are my favorite style of skirts. I sat on the couch and spread the hand towel over the couch beside me. I turned, resting my back fetish on the arm of the tits couch and raised a foot up to the back of the couch with my other foot on the floor. She held her breath, uncomfortable sexy from the sheer size of him being inside her, but knowing full well it was going to happen whether she was ready or not. And then the second Rebound. Kyleigh shivered. Then it was scuttling, up the tree once more. Their knees were bent and their right hands were still rubbing away. babe “MacGyver? What did you think, If I may ask?” And her hips began to widen too, although that change was harder to see. Her cock hardened between us. I feasted on her. A shape appeared, a man racing, outlined in purple. I said ok we will pack this up our self and keep it close at hand, then she said this is his safe with all pussy his important things in it. “That’s not all, my king.” Glendian continued, now telling the lie that would seal Mother’s fate, “The reason I concluded that the Slave pregnancy of these elves was the cause of the reincarnation, was because nineteen years ago, Queen Tiadoa came to my office and requested these very texts.” Wow. Apparently, he had been thinking about that since we bought the ring.