The fourof them ride up in the elevator quietly, the two men supporting the weakenedand wavering slave girl between them as they step out on the top f...oor andescort Fiona and Alison back to their apartment. Fiona opens the door with oneof those magnetic key cards which she had been given by Slate as Mistress ofthe house but which only he possesses the code for. The door lockselectronically on both sides, preventing anyone from entering or leavingwithout the passkey. So even if Alison were to. I remembered the black dome camera positioned in the center of my ceiling, and immediately slid under my blanket to attempt to shield myself from suspicion. Somehow in my innocent mind, I knew what I was doing wasn't supposed to be seen. And from the privacy of my blanket I continued my journey, discovering that using my other hand to touch my little sac added to the good feeling I was having. After a few minutes of this new "good feeling" I almost decided to quit, not knowing that there was a. Don’t ever apologize for your body or for who you are. You are from Oklahoma, and in Oklahoma we grow our boys big and strong!”“Sue, dear, I should have warned you. I mean I haven’t seen my boy naked in years, but I just assumed he would be on the large size. It’s a family trait.”“You mean Bradley Sr. is like this? You never told your sister after all these years?”“I didn’t want to brag.”Both sisters began giggling uncontrollably. Kristi and Janie were in a trance staring at Bradley.“Hi!”. ‘Its mine!’ he said excitedly. ‘You such a boy,’ Jasmine said, herding him into the dining room. ‘Sit down and eat. I’ll find the suitcase.’ Smiling widely, Dylan sat and began to stuff his mouth with the warm eggs, his mind churning ideas and planning the route. In mid bite, he jumped from the table and went to the library, retrieving the road atlas his mother had gotten him for Christmas the year before. Returning, he sat again, this time with the maps spread over the table, a yellow.