”I again surrendered and placed his cock at the opening to my pussy. “Who owns you Gloria?”"you do" I whispered.“Louder Bitch, who owns your p...ssy and mouth?”I surrendered completely “You own me Brandon, you own my mouth and pussy.”“Call me your master.”Did I really want to surrender? What would Doug think?I felt a heavy slap on my ass. “Tell me who owns your pussy and mouth?”“You own my pussy and mouth master.” I replied loudly finally surrendering completely to this brute of a man.“That’s. He didn’t know any better but it felt good to him so he just let it happen, he would rub her shoulders and she would slowly move her feet around, squeezing and rubbing softly. Almost as if she was giving him a foot job thru his pajamas. He always thought his mom’s feet were pretty, always clean and nice nail polish all the time, she always took care of them.He would play under the table and look at and sniff her feet, it made him feel funny when he took a whiff and they had a strong scent. When. Danglars served together in Spain, my father in the army and M. Danglars in the commissariat department. It was there that my father, ruined by the revolution, and M. Danglars, who never had possessed any patrimony, both laid the foundations of their different fortunes." Yes," said Monte Cristo "I think M. Danglars mentioned that in a visit which I paid him; and," continued he, casting a side-glance at Lucien, who was turning over the leaves of an album, "Mademoiselle Eugenie is pretty--I think. ’ ‘My Guard and I here are more than capable to defend you and her highness,’ I said, dropping my fist from my shoulder and all pretenses at protocol, having known the King since being turned and counting him among my friends. King Ismet rose from his throne, imposing at his full height. ‘This is an order Captain, not a debate. You will take her to Darvings Cross Castle. You will leave now and camp in Carpenter’s Clearing. She will meet you there and you will personally escort her.’ He turned.