Brandt
When I walked to the kitchen with Honey to say goodbye to her mother, Moe was sitting on a stool. Her mother was cooking something that smelled quite delicious on the stove. I was taken aback when Moe immediately hopped off the stool and asked to speak with me privately. He was a big guy. Dressed like a biker, all leather and chains. A short dark beard covered his chin and his hair was kind of shaggy. I knew he must want to talk about the other night. What I knew about Moe was on a surface level only, one Dom to another. We had mutual respect but had never hung out. He was a good client and I treated him as such. I just hadn't remembered his name, if I ever knew it. We kind of did that male head bob thing when we saw each other. And I don't study other Dom's women. It was also out
