I'm not happy about it, but I'll do it. Just let me think for a while." Are you mad at me?" No, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you one little bit. I just ...eed to think some."I went into my den, shut the door, and enlisted the help of my friend Jack to do some thinking. Mr Daniels always helps my creative side, and after only twenty minutes I had a plan."Mary-Lou?" Yes, Daddy?" Come and tell me what you think of this."My daughter sat down on the sofa in the den, once again tucking her legs under her. I’d never been married, though I came very close to believing that I would be. But I’d lived enough life to know these moments don’t come by often—the moments when you look at another person and absolutely nothing stands in between the both of you. You can see who they are, and you know them, with the clarity of a crystal, and know that they know you as well.He kept apologizing, his eyes darting between me and the tabletop, saying, “I’m sorry. It’s just that you really, really favor her, you. Steve is now coming, she pushes down, his cock hits her cervix and goes farther into her. Rose collapses on top of him, kisses him and says master you are so great! Rose gets up, holds her hand out to Steve, takes him into the shower, washes him, then dries him.Lays out some clothes for him, then she gets into a robe. Goes into the kitchen starts to cook dinner. She is thinking to herself how great her life is, a great job, a great lover in Steve, she just loves being his slave, she would of. ‘I think she might be the…’ She heard the metal door clang and the room was silent except for the relentless machine beneath her. What was he going to say? Slow and powerful vibrations continued. She tried everything to shift away from its relentlessness. She bit down hard on the gag in reflex to the overwhelming sensation. There was some kind of beeping coming from down near the floor. The remote was trying to tell her something, but all she could feel was the intense shake of the saddle. It.