Chris asked, "What do you mean Master Bryan?"He replied, "I always keep my slaves shaved, do you have a razor?" Certainly my dear." Pat replied and re...rieved it from main bathroom.Bryan wasted no time as he proceeded to shave my body totally from theneck down. When I started to protest, he shoved a dildo gag into mymouth and strapped it in place."A good slave should be seen and not heard." he said giving me a slapon the ass for emphasis.Bryan remarked when the shaving was complete, "The slave. .. one... guy. You hate guys!" For fuck's sake, Elizabeth! There's more to life than sex! I don't careif he's a guy, or a girl, or whatever. He's mine, Elizabeth. That's whatmatters. You can't have him."I swooned. Fuck, I loved that girl."You could have any woman you want, Elles! You could have all the sexyou could ever ask for! What love is worth that celibacy? Hasn't it beendriving you crazy, living with someone who constantly teases but cannever provide?" What love is worth that?" Ellen. She was also confident and in no way deferential to me. She played the part of the woman who turned to me during her husband’s absence in the war.“Can I bum a fag?”She was standing outside the rehearsal room smoking. “That’s not a sentence you’d often hear in polite company in America!” She smiled as she offered me her cigarette packet.She lit it for me. “I’ve given up but every so often the smell just gets right in my head. Thanks, Amanda.”“I’d give up, but I am crapping myself and it. "Eve, get in! Let me drive you home." She looks my way and smiles her sweet smile before shaking her head."I'm fine." Her shout is strained."Seriously, get in the car or I'll stop and throw you in," I call, hoping the humorous tone of my voice isn't lost into the night. She laughs, shaking her head before stepping closer to the car. "Good!" Thank you, Will." She sighs and she sits down and pulls the door shut, doing up her seatbelt. "I really only just live on the next street over though. It.