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Joe smiled as he rang the chime. It was the last delivery, so he could go right in and enjoy the slave. It never occurred to him that Nate would refuse, he had offered her to Joe last time without even being asked.
The door opened, Joe's expectant expression fell. Yes, there was a pretty girl there - but not the slave.
Diane smiled as she took the delivery from him. "Thanks, Joe. Nate's in the fresher, or I'm sure he would say hi." She glanced over to the fresher door to ensure it was closed, her eyes were narrowed with anger when she turned back to him. "And I didn't tell him you tried to seduce me after you told me about Pixie. If you breath a WORD of ANY of this to ANYONE else, I will, and he'll probably beat you to a pulp. Are we clear?"
Joe didn't hesitate. "Yes, Diane. Not a soul."
She pressed the close button, set down the box on the dining table, and made a few adjustments to her clothing.
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Nate opened his mouth wide, then caught Diane's look and hastily covered his mouth, letting out a suppressed burp.
"That hit the spot. Shall we return to our previous activity?"
Diane shook her head. "I think you should rub my back. I'm feeling a little tense after all that shouting I did this morning. Can we do that?"
"Absolutely, madam. Horizontal or vertical?"
"I'll sit in front of you." He sat back on the couch, she sat between his legs. She wasn't rubbing up against him, but she wasn't pulling away, either. She sighed as he brought his hands to her shoulders and worked the muscles carefully.
He kept at it, finding the tense spots and relaxing them as he did so well. This was the most intimate physical contact she had ever allowed before, so he had gotten a lot of practice. She waited patiently while he carefully went over her back. Eventually, he noticed.
"You know, Diane, I don't feel any kind of bra under your blouse."
"Oh dear, I must have lost it while you were in the fresher. I wouldn't worry, I'm sure it will turn up."
"Uh-huh." He brought his hands to her waist, working the muscles above her tailbone with his thumbs. "You know, I seem to recall you had a rule about backrubs. Something about not being allowed to touch anything covered by your undergarments."
She wiggled back towards him, bringing her rear into firm contact with him. "Yes, I seem to recall something about that."
"And right now, *nothing* is covered by your bra."
Diane leaned back against him, pulling his hands forward to rest on her abdomen just above her navel. "Well, yes, that *does* seem to be the case. I guess I never imagined I would lose my bra and ask for a backrub."
Nate found the buttons on her blouse, started to undo them. "Terrible oversight on your part." Her blouse hung open, he pulled the sides apart and brought his hands in to rest on her bare skin. He brought his mouth to the back of her neck, started kissing, she leaned her head back and to the side, sighing when his lips found the sensitive spot under her ear.
It was the most natural thing in the world when he brought his hands up to cup her breasts. "Yes, and now I'm in this terrible predicament. Maybe my boyfriend will rescue me..."
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