Well... some things may seem odd if you make one decision in part one where you burn a characters cloths but in part two they still have them because ... wrote part two trying to make all paths flow tougher correctly.So please forgive and bear with any confusion.“I will not cum unless I am told to cum… I can not cum by pleasuring myself… My pleasure is a reward not a right… The only pleasure I should feel is the pleasure of those I serve… Those I serve are superior to me in every way… I exist to. The sound of a slap filled the air followed by a yelp as Tom slapped her bottom hard. “On the bed now!” he shouted as he grabbed her towel. Her newly bought underwear was lying on the bed all ready for her to put on but Tom wanted her now. He picked the clothing up and put it on a chair and laid the large bath towel across the bed. Carla didn’t need to be told to lie down on it. He leant over her and kissed her and then reached down for her ankles. There was going to be no pleasantries this. And that means the entire estate has been bequeathed to me." Was your mother related to Zoe?" wondered Tamara."Only through her grandfather. And she was hardly at all acknowledged as such. She was the lovechild of Eden St. John-Easton's father. The only reason that there is a verifiable trace to Zoe's father is that my grandmother was the wife of his valet. My grandfather man was also Zoe's grandfather. My mother was younger than Zoe when she died. It's ironic, isn't it? My mother who led a. I pondered and he stood there his tail wagging. I snapped out of her trance and resumed my work. “I can’t do that” I mused “that is really weird”. But the thought of what would happen could not be forgotten. Goldie followed me everywhere. “I should have left you outside” I said, scolding him. Goldie put his head on the side and stared at me. “Don’t look at me like that” I said “don’t be so sad”. Goldie gave a little moan and lay in the corner of the lounge room. I was tidying up and kept.