”“I did it very slowly, with sensual movements; I took off my blouse and stood there. Then I turned my back to him before I let my bra fall to the...floor. He begged me to turn around. My nipples were hard because the room was cool; but I was also very excited and feeling a bit wet.Then Stuart ordered me to take off my tight skirt. So I unzipped and let it drop. I stood there in thigh highs and a tiny black thong.I walked around his desk and stood in front of him. He reached out and ran his hand. He liked the way she felt when he carried her, so soft and delicate, like a cuddly little bunny rabbit. He liked that her eyes got so big every time she heard something shocking; he liked the way she slept, so cute and innocent even with her horns sticking out.He would watch her as she curled up into a fetal position to get warm. Sometimes he was tempted to pick her up and put her in the bed alongside him to keep her warm, but decided against it because of Dom, maybe now he can finally get his. Chan muttered something in Chinese while Mr. Chan grinned broadly and nodded his head.In the kitchen, Jane was preparing the ingredients for her special omelette. Her husband sat on the couch sipping his coffee. A card was on the cushion beside him. “Thanks for the card, hun.”“Welcome, sweetie…more to come…” came the reply over the clatter in the kitchen.“You know what I hate about a birthday today?”“No, what?”“…always feel a bit short-changed…you know”Jane now stood in the kitchen doorway. She. Three men stood out in the sun, their hands tied behind them and their black skin glistening with sweat. They were being half-heartedly guarded by a Redcoat who leaned against a tree in the shade. I decided to investigate, picketed my horse, grabbed my weapons and walked quietly behind the resting soldier. The slaves saw me coming, but he did not, and I grabbed him easily by the cross belts, pulled him back in the bushes and sliced across his throat with very little effort or noise. He bled.