"Andy! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Christine yelled.
He looked up from the voluptuous blond and looked directly at Christine with a look of annoyance. She started to get angry again after seeing that look on his face. Was that what she was to him? Something that was in the way?
"You're spoiling my fun. Go away. Or better yet, why don't you join it," he said. After that last part, he smiled.
"Join it?! Andy, you're sick!" Christine yelled. "You're ... so ..." She felt woozy for a moment, then caught herself. She looked up at Andy. "You're, like, so fucking hot," she said, with a giggle.
"You got that right, babe," he said, still smiling. "Now why don't you come over here so I can show you how hot I really am?"
Christine smiled and giggled, then bounded towards her boyfriend. Wait, boyfriend? No, not boyfriend. He was her master.
In Christine's bedroom, both she and Andy were fast asleep. But sometime during the night, she could be heard giggling and muttering the word "Master".
