Can we make it happen? And I would love to have you. I am bisexual like you are.’”“Would you like that baby?,” I tease as I orgasm.“You know...I would, very much,” I whisper as I orgasm again.“Do you have his pics on your phone?,” Roger asks as I lick the tip of his erection.“Do you want to see them now or after we fuck?,” I tease.“Now, right now, extra foreplay for me.“Yes, yes baby yes, make it happen, he is a turn on,” he tells me as he puts me on my back and commences fucking me.“Are you. ”“As am I, Violet,” I said with a smile, causing her to blush, “and I don’t intend to leave you, or this place ever again!”I took her to the wagon, grabbed the reins, and began leading us into town. Violet held my hand, as she sat on the seat beside me, a smile never leaving her face. Upon entering the town, I could really see how much it had changed, and where it had remained the same after all these years. New buildings had been built among the old ones, yet they had a shabby, worn look to. "Here's how you could make a start. Your period and your hair," Vyera's hand goes up to her shaved but still bristling scalp, "they are making you 'high maintenance'. Think – do you really want to remind your Owner, on a regular basis, about what a trouble you are?" Vyera is staring back at me, open mouthed. "We could do something by having your hair lasered off. Just look at your arm pits and your legs, and your crotch. Just look at the ugly hair sprouting out of your skin. Think how much less. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to.