" Lilly, you are impossible," I said.By the time we finished talking I was already feeling easier about my situation. It didn't matter though, because...the bag of toys in the car was mute evidence that my body was accepting it, even if my mind wasn't sure. While I was out, I picked up more spot remover and room deodorizer. When I got home, I unpacked the toys I'd bought, sterilized them, and dried them off. I put them in the end table drawer next to the couch, along with some lube. The next. I said to Brenda, who was still short of breath."What?" In that room at the end of the hall is Graham, bound head and toe, andpumped full of my..." Slave milk. I like that name," Brenda interjected."Okay, slave milk. He's under control now, but Brad's still out there." Well, then let's have a little talk with Graham." I'll ask the questions, Bren. But we need to formulate a plan first." We decided that Graham would lure him over, and Brenda would enslavehim. I'd be the backup if things went. She referred to her as "Cuntarella."The reasoning of the crowd seems to have been that the Prince had harmed them in some way, or, as Bertha expressed it, he "done them wrong." The reaction of all three was that they had sacrificed to make themselves attractive for the Prince and he had seen fit to ignore them. Never a mention that they were practically drooling for a chance to get their hands upon his royal ducats. As one, the people who attended and were ignored felt they were owed something. I took his other sock- he had very pretty feet - so I painted his toenails pink like mine while he was napping. Then I moved his feet and went into the kitchen to start dinner. When he woke up he yelled “What did you do?"I went into the living room and he was lying there looking at his toes. I told him that he had such pretty feet, they could pass for a girl's feet; he is very competitive by nature so I added “Your feet are prettier than mine I bet in high heels people would think yours were.