He is wider, beefier, but I can also see he is still a solid young man. He is large but large like a defensive end as opposed to an offensive lineman... He is also very black with short nappy hair. I am, by now, used to seeing the boys in the same past century era work clothing. It was what they wore at the time they died.“Samuel.”He had been roaming looking at the pictures on the mantel when I entered the room. He was fully formed when I entered and turned quickly. “Ma’am ….”, his voice. Please. "On the blurry movie screen in front of him, Tifa glanced up at Gina, exchanging a look Brad couldn't interpret. "You know, you're being a very good piggy. Much better than I expected, I'll give you that. Have you learned your place?" Yuh -uh-. Yes Queen Tifa. This piggy -uh- knows his place" His voice answered euphorically"What's your place piggy?" Mistress Gina asked curiously from behind him"This piggy is your cocksleeve Queen Tifa. Forever yours to fuck." piggy gushedAnother look. First, it was birds, she said, and now a bloody novel. I wasn’t giving her any consideration. So, she left.”“I’m sorry,” Rhonda said, feeling it was a useless comment, but thinking that the woman had to be crazy.As the lift doors opened, Jas gave her another of those smiles that had kept her insides ticking since they’d met. He shrugged, “Maybe it was for the best.”Rhonda’s legs were shaking as she watched Jas open the door. Inside, she was immediately stunned by the lavish room in front of. In marrying him, I wanted to turn myself over to him and let him take control over me. Nothing would make me happier. So, the wedding. Tomorrow. It was going to be unusual, as it was a combination wedding and commitment to subservience and the slave/master relationship. Together with several other couples who would observe, I was to turn myself over to Jason. He was to become, officially, my master. It was Friday and I was trying to get the final bits of work done before leaving on the.