SCOTT

Reneé got dressed in the bedroom with me. What modesty existed between Master and slave? It didn't take her long as she hadn't worn much to begin with; Gwen apparently warning her that Masters liked easy access to their slaves. In five minutes we were both ready to go. I had her put her address into the navigation system so I could follow the directions to her apartment.

"Did you have a good time, Reneé?" I asked.

"A marvelous time, sir. It's hard for me to comprehend you'd do this for your wife."

"It's not totally magnanimous on my part," I said. "I've been able to enjoy myself with...