The "Major" barked, "Enough. We have evidence that you, Mrs O'Malley, colluded with the young woman here to steal goods from this establishment. Your ...onduct from now on will determine whether we hand you over to the police or take other measures such as we have with your step daughter." This is preposterous," spluttered Gabrielle."Maybe," said Desmond. "Nevertheless empty your handbag onto the table." I will not," declared the angry blonde."In that case, I will," he said and plucked the Gucci. But, did I want that and what would I do with her once she was completely enslaved to me? Should I try my newly discovered talent on Emily? That could be fun as well but would I be able to accomplish the same with her? I spent the next couple of days locked in my room just trying to sort all of this out.I needed to understand my true desires and I needed a plan for achieving them. So, my next step was to scour the Internet for everything I could possibly find on Master / Slave relationships.. It was your typical residential two story home, living room, den, formal dining room and kitchen on the ground floor and four bedrooms upstairs. It was well appointed, the decorations lovely and the furniture new and sparkling clean but it was the beautiful Emily Wilson that caught his eye.Jackson realized that Emily was around 30 or so, a tall woman that he estimated at maybe 5'9" with light brown hair that came down past her shoulders and framed her light green eyes. Her bust line was big but. It must have a been a few minutes after the orgasm I opened my eyes and realized she was sitting next to my face, her legs open towards me, fingers stroking her pretty red labia gentlymere inches from my eyes. I watched her silently, my fingers wandering down between my legs. A thick, sweet, lusty aroma drifted across my nose. For a moment, I ached for her vagina to cover my face, to bury my senses in her body and make her cum. I've felt a hint of it before but never this kind of surge. I.