00 bills. ‘No sir. No money.’ He had no way of knowing he’d just put a bullet in his own head. The Captain concluded the conversation, ‘Gather...in what you can. Burn all the bodies. I’ll be there soon.’ He turned to one of his lieutenants, his primary aide, ‘Call out Mustafa’s squad.’ Mustafa was a sergeant among his battalion, and an integral part of his personal operations. Most of the Sudanese army had been corrupted by years of civil conflict. Mustafa’s group was no less corrupt, but they. Mistress Heather stood before me completely nude. Her small tits were perked up and her nipples stood from being exposed to the cool air of the room. She smiled at me, "Make room you slut." She commanded me."Yes, mistress." I said shyly. She could tell my clitty was feeling the pressure of the cage and her presence had only served to exacerbate it. I stood in the warmth of the shower watching her bathe herself. I watch the water run over her tits and down to her shaved pussy. When she. It will be okay, Mary.”“I know, my love,” she whispered, squeezing my hand.It was three or four minutes before Angie’s eyelids fluttered. She looked at us, focusing on each in turn. She looked at each of us again, this time calling our name as if associating name and face. Then, she stared at me.“You are Davy? You are my master?”“Yes, Angie. I am.”“I am your kitten?”“Yes, Angie. Do you understand what being a kitten means?”“Yes. I am your slave. I belong to you. I am to obey every command and. "Silly girl," Mr Hanson chided, "I'd be happy to take you shopping andhelp you pick out a stunning little number for you to squeeze thatfigure into. Maybe as repayment, you could model it for me in my hotelroom later. That is...unless you already have a boyfriend?"The amount of time it took Skye to answer such a seeminglystraightforward question caused her to blush a brilliant red. "Shit,"thought Skye, remembering her earlier experience in the waiting lounge."Is Randy really my boyfriend now? I.