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    “Kelli, stop. Stop speaking. Lean over here. Come here, Kelli,” he said as he leaned to the middle of the table.
    I leaned forward, wondering what I had done wrong. I hoped that I did not make him mad, that I did not disappoint him, or make him uneasy with my answers or my questions. When I got to the middle of the table, he moved my hair to the side, and spoke into my ear. As he did his breath went into my ear, and made me shiver. When he did this, it made me feel weak, and instantly made me want him…
    “Who, Kelli, owns you? Right now, right here, who owns you?” he asked.
    I felt a lump in my throat as I started to answer. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words came out as a whisper and a squeak.
    “You….you do. You do, sir,” the words were barely audible.
    “Kelli, who owns you?”
    As he asked again, he took the finger from his free hand, and started sliding it back and forth across my right nipple. I felt as if I was being shocked. Oh my God, what was he doing to me? Whatever it was I loved it. I felt like I was going to vomit I was so excited. This was a degree of feelings that I had never felt before. He had me more excited by whispering these things in my ear than I had ever been actually being with a guy. He made me feel better sexually, by whispering things to me… these things , than any other man made me feel by actually touching my flesh.
    “You do, Erik. I am yours. You own me,” I leaned my head to one side, and looked up into his steel blue eyes as I answered.
    I no more than made eye contact, and he slid his hand from beside my face, and holding my hair, to the base of my neck. Cradling my neck in his hand, he squeezed my neck in his hand, and turned my head back to where it was. Continuing to hold my neck in his hand, he began to talk again, whispering into my ear lightly.
    “That’s a good girl. Yes, I do. I own you. You’re making me proud of you with your answers, Kelli,” he responded. His mouth was almost to touch my ear. His warm breath against my ear and neck made me shiver again. Although it was 80 degrees out, I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms and legs.
    “Now, Kelli, what are you going to do when I ask you to do something? Something sexual? What are you going to do?” he asked.
    Each time he spoke, his hand tightened on my neck slightly. When he was done speaking, he would release my neck from his grasp and cradle it in his hand.
    “Do it, without hesitation. Do it.” I said. The words came out of my mouth immediately. They actually came off of my tongue before I even thought about it. He was amazing at getting into my mind. I crossed my legs the other direction again. As I did, I could feel myself running down my leg, and down the crack of my ass. I was so wet that it was running down my legs . I re-crossed my legs, and as I did, I actually heard the wetness.  I hoped that he didn’t hear it. This was embarrassing. I felt as if I was putty in his hands as his grip loosened from my neck.
    “Continue,” he said, and leaned back into his chair.
    I didn’t want this to end. This was better than sex. Oh. My. God. No, come back; squeeze my neck, whisper in my ear. How could he do that? How could he, in the middle of this, just stop and lean back into his chair? This was more than I could take. Naturally, I crossed my legs again, trying to become comfortable. I heard the squishing sound of my wetness and felt it running down my legs. Oh shit, I was wearing a dress. I was going to have a wet spot.
    “Hold that thought, Erik. I have to use the bathroom,” I said as I stood.
    I walked inside and to the bathroom, feeling as if I had spilled something all over my lap. I grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, and went into one of the stalls. Standing in front of the toilet, I put one of my feet onto the rim of the toilet, and the other on the floor. I lifted my dress up and took the paper towels and tried to wipe up the mess. It felt as if I was