My late husband would not have been interested in that, and would have been angry to learn that I felt that way. Although I miss him, I don't miss how...he limited and ignored me." So how do you feel about how I control you?" Master, you've excited me and done things with me that I would never have considered, but you've mostly told me to live my life on my own terms. Jeremy had me as a slave for two months, most of which I was naked cleaning up after him. He thought nothing of not letting me go. "Versace?"Again, Monique shook her head.The socialite's eyes sparkled. "Surely it's not Scarvelli?" No, it's not Scarvelli, either," Monique agreed.Gertrude sighed, admitting defeat. "Well? Tell me. Whom are you wearing?" Hunter."As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or. S., as that being of the devil is like a roaring lion with his demons seeking to steal, kill, & destroy, & other than that, or with all things considered, & whereas I myself would just like to say that I don't pledge allegiance, or loyalty to somebody, or something else unless they themselves being of individual persons, &/or collective bodies of people/s were truly an ally of loyalties much rather than instead of possibly being of the enemy for these here end-times, or for that being of an. “what about your panties?”, “Bring over and give then to Jay when he gets back and I expect you both to fuck me then”Fast forward two weeks, Jay was off the road and it was another Sunday, The phone rang and it was Dee. “If you know what’s good for me you’ll bring those panties over and give them to my husband…NOW…LOL”I wasted no time getting there and walked in and handed Jay the Panties. “Hi Micky. So it’s you, I told her to pick someone to fuck while I was gone and I’d know who it was when.