Free Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman by Lorelei Elstrom

her life. I wanted to know everything about her, to see her naked in her body and thought.  But she didn't offer to show me her room, and I didn’t feel comfortable asking to see it. I knew there would be more opportunities. She had already trusted me into her life so much my letting me be with her and Tucker while location scouting.
     
    As we headed out to the car, Regina looked as adorable as ever! Some people can light up a room, she can light up a neighborhood.  She was casual in her jeans and maroon puffy short sleeve top. It had a scoop neckline and faint little butterfly printed pattern. No boots, of course (I didn't expect to see boots on her). Instead, she wore these cute espadrilles that tied around the ankle with a navy cotton strap. The overall feeling, when coupled with her personality, was cheeriness.  My kinky mind especially enjoyed the tie around the ankles. It was a wink of bondage.
     
    And just so you know, I didn't dress like the Helmut Newton models. I just had on some salmon pants, a simple white blouse, a black cardigan, and some ballerina flats.
     
    We drove around location scouting in San Francisco. It was more like driving around eye-flirting the whole damn time. I took any opportunity I could to make it fun for Tucker. I took a minor detour and went down the crookedest street in the world, Lombard Street, while pretending the car was out of control. He was laughing so hard!
     
    Of course we had to make a stop by the Golden Gate Bridge to throw some paper airplanes off. It's didn't go so well, though, because they blew back onto the street.  So then we decided to spit over the railing and track how far we could watch it. We'll have to try again one day with paper planes when there is no wind.
     
    Even inside the various warehouse locations, we had so much fun. There was a giant utility cart in one of them and we got it rolling really fast and jumped on. We were zipping along pretty good and laughing our heads off when the security guard busted us. True, it wasn't very professional of me to represent our company like that, but I figured they would never know.  I can't imagine an afternoon where Tucker could have had more fun. Regina was really enjoying herself, too. I could tell she liked the way I worked hard to make it fun for Tucker.
     
    One time when Tucker went into the bathroom, we waited outside the door in this enormous space. The sun was low and huge shafts of light poured through the upper vent windows onto the floor next to us. I asked Regina to move over a bit to stand in the light so I could take her photo. She looked like she was in a Caravaggio painting. I snapped the photo. It was my first picture of her. I had captured an angel!!
     
    Then we stood silently, arms folded, staring at each other. I could tell each of us wanted to talk about "the blue sky," but were not at liberty to do so because of Tucker's presence.  So we just stood there, each of us daydreaming a kinky dream. If I had to guess, I would say that she was pretty turned on… I mean, physically turned on. It wasn't just her mind. I think she was physically aroused by staring at me, her mistress. I dominated her with a stern look.
     
    When Tucker finally emerged from the bathroom, we were both slow to snap out of it.  But we did. Tucker never had a clue that we had been undressing each other. He had no clue that I had his mom over my knee and was spanking her slowly with a hair brush while she masturbated herself the whole time.
     
    After the scouting trip, we figured it was best to not have dinner together. It was a school night and Regina wanted to start the nighttime routine with Tucker.  I completely understood. But still, I didn't want it to end.  I dropped them off and went away very satisfied with life. I have never felt such a connection to a human as I had with Regina. This was bigger than a friendship like, "Hey, check out that hot guy!"  This was about being on the same wavelength, meshing