I kept it like in the military. My first sergeant would have all the paperwork sitting on my desk, if you count a card table as a desk, for my signatu...e in the morning. We would talk about what happened when I was not there and what we could do to fix any problems or train to not let them happen again. It was the same with her business.My life revolved around this Goddess, and yes she was a Goddess to me. I have never been so smitten by a woman in my entire life. She was a very big woman, as I. She also had an infectious laugh, and when she laughed, her ample bosom was a sight to behold.Strolling through the barely illuminated gardens, she had taken his arm. The farther they walked from the house, the more she pressed Tony’s arm against her bosom. Standing in the dark, under a large magnolia tree, Tony finally made his move and kissed her. He was not prepared for her passionate response. Their lips glued together, they stumbled towards a stone bench in a dark corner of the garden.Mrs.. The class stereotypes, & the low levels [in this author’s opinion] of physical force & sexual domination described, will possibly not be to all readers’ tastes—please avoid if offended by such descriptions.This is my first attempt at writing a full story, & I have a lot to learn. I have only contributed a few chapters to another author’s story before this, & I found that a daunting enough baptism. Constructive points of advice & criticism will be gratefully. I'm gonna unstrap you from that chair." Good," I think to myself, "This will be my chance to escape."Mike comes back with what looks like a wide metal tube and a big plastic bowl. The tube has a wire coming from it. He points the top of it to me, and I see the blades inside it. "What are you going to do to me now, you sick fuck?"He laughs, "Patience... Patience... And you shouldn't talk so much. Your voice needs to heal from all that screaming earlier, and all the screaming you're about to do.".