"That's 100% your submissive side."He withdrew his hand. "My experience begs to differ."Jessica emitted an amused chuckle. "Perhaps, but if you're so ...onfidentI'm wrong, how bout I put you to the test?"Dominic glanced over at his slave girls, his nervousness growing evident."What is it you're proposing?"Jessica focused her gaze on him. "Submit to me for two hours. If, afterthat time, you don't renounce your dominant side, I will be your slavefor two days."His eyebrows raised and his eyes opened. As I did this she reached out and started playing with her nipples through her shirt. I started snapping picture of her doing this. She then reached out and grabbed her camera and laid it in front of me. She has like a $2,000.00 Cannon that take some of the best pictures I have ever seen. I grabbed it and started taking some real nice shots with it as she tugged and played with her nipples. Then I watched as her hand moved down to the crouch of her PJ pants. She started playing with her wet. FDR died in April of nineteen-forty five just like last time and Truman stepped in and undid almost every single positive thing we’d accomplished since I was sent back. His concept of foreign relations resembled the work of a convenience store owner, in a bad neighborhood. He insulted those from whom he needed support, was gracious to people he should have ignored and bumbled along like broken toy left out in the rain too many times. I prayed there was enough left of our strategic advantage by. On nice evenings I let her hold my arm and take her for walks around the park so she can get a little bit of exercise. I know that’s not all she gets cause when I’m sleepin in my top bunk I can look out my window and right into her bedroom. She usually fergets to draw the drapes.I am quite used to seein her naked by now. She is a little on the heavy side but not bad. Her breasts are pretty big and hang down a bit. There is a bit of a bulge to her tummy, mostly when she sits down, and I’ve never.