“Too much has happened to me. Becoming a slave has peeled away so much of what I thought I was. What is left is the true me. I could never go back.�...�She sniffed sightly, “Besides, my hair will never grow back and these brands are permanent. No matter who I say I am, everyone will know that inside I am just slave missy. Maybe I always was. In any case, I could never take back my old name.”She looked down sadly and then suddenly her eyes and mouth opened wide. “You said ‘wife’!” she exclaimed.. Just knowing she was there caused my stomach to flutter, and my dick to begin to harden."Sean!" Kayla called out to me. "Come around to the back door and come in, the door's unlocked. I'm having a little trouble with stairs, so I can't come down to let you in. Come on upstairs into my room, okay?" Okay, be right there," I said.I ran around to the back door and went in. The house was quiet. I heard Kayla call to me down the stairs. "I'm up here."I went into the front hall and went up the stairs.. " I could feel the sadistic grin on my face when her eyes widened as she realized what I had in mind. She had a love-hate relationship with the treatment I had planned for her. "Why don't you take care of me first?" She nodded and quickly crawled off my lap onto her knees in front of me. She pulled my hard cock out of the gym shorts I was wearing and ran her tongue up the length of it. All the friction from her rolling her hips while edge had teased me almost as much as it did her. A moan. I was rewarded though, as I knelt there before her with the sight of her light pink panties with a wet spot at the crotch. I pulled her panties down and buried my face right there where the wet spot had been. She was shaved clean between the legs, with just a tiny whisper of soft scented hair pointing down at the pretty cleft at the juncture of her thighs. I stood, picking her up in my arms, and turned toward the bed to place her in it, tripped on my own pants which she had loosened and had.