Once we ate our 'hamies' hehe I still can't get over the fact that Mr.sexy actually calls them that.

Anyway....once we were done Mr.Sexy tells me to follow him. And now that I think about it he's probably leading me to a slaughter house after my last meal so he could chop me into pieces and feed me to his canibilistic followers.

I start shaking at the thought of that, and start thinking of ways to prevent that from happening.

Just as he was about to open the door to the room, I drop kicked him as hard as I could, turned around and practically leaped as far as possible. That was until I felt a pair of warm muscular hands around my waist, which was honestly quite comforting.... but thats not the subject of the matter....or is it....No brain it is not the subject of matter we're about to get fucking slaughtered this not the time to think gay thoughts.

Meanwhile while I was having an internal conflict, Mr.sexy has managed to once again throw me over his shoulder, carry me into the room and put into what I hoped wasn't an electric chair.

But nope, instead my beautiful bottom was plopped onto a soft material that felt like a cloud of some sort. And obviously was not a torture device..hmm that's weird.

I finally come to my senses and looked around the room, only to find myself sitting in a large room fit for a really rich bitch.

"Woooaaaaahhh" I say in awe.

"Now, would you care to explain to me as to why you attempted to knock me unconscious?" Mr.Sexy asked in a deep husky voice that sent shivers down my spine....but it a good way...

"Well um...I way or may not have thought that you were leading me into a torture chamber to chop me up and serve me to your devil worshipping followers during some kind of cult ritual.....and now that I say that out loud I'm pretty sure that happended in a movie I watched, and it kinda sounds pretty execesive don'tcha think?" I finish, looking up to him for his reaction. And Instead he chuckles, he fucking chuckles and quite honestly I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

"You sure have a wild imagination, but I'd hate for it to be used for such a thing"

"Then what should it be used for?" I ask crossing my arms waiting for an answer.

"That isn't something we should be discussing so early into meeting" He replies, whispering into my ear for the second time tonight, while also making my spine shiver once again.

Seems like tonight was a night for both 'firsts' and 'seconds'

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