The question that baffled her was why.But all of those thoughts were second to George's words. She replayed them over and over again in her head, and...each time she did it felt like she was being stabbed. “...I don't care. ...I don't care,” over, and over. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her keys and started up the car. When she began to pull out of the parking lot, she found herself unable to concentrate on the road. Her vision blurred with tears as she pulled over into a gas station. He says stop, and I stop."You are Master's slave. He owns your feet. You will walk in the way of your master!"Yes! I bow before him. I do anything he says. I will fuck, suck, crush, lick, jack-off, spit on any dick or pussy my master commands. I will accept the cum, if master desires it. He is my master and Lord."You are Master's slave. He owns your legs. You will use them as he desires!"Yes! My legs are his. I keep them in shape for him to enjoy. I keep them apart so he may see what he. ." Yes," I agreed, "and, what, a thirty-six mile passage?"It was agreed, and Grace and I made our way to my cabin. Making love with Grace had always been different; more in some way than with anyone else. That evening, though, was revelatory. For the first time since my operation, I was on top, but you can be sure I wasn't energetic. We joined and moved together slowly, almost languidly, looking into each other's eyes, soaking up the sensations, joining heart and soul as well as our. ‘I just had the most bizarre dream that you shot me! I saw you with your gun aimed toward me, I could feel a strong arm around me and then I heard the big man’s voice and then the loudest gunshot I’ve ever heard! Why would I dream that you shot me?’ Charles frowned. ‘Well, if I thought for even a moment that you had anything going on with the big man again, I might very well contemplate shooting you…AND him! So, think about that, pretty lady, before you even consider taking up with him again!’.