O. Dicker Detective agency. The cluttered little room was scarcely the size of a large walk-in closet, papers, pictures and various file folders were ...pread on every available flat surface. She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress, mid-length, knitted stockings covering the long luscious legs, she was a vision for sore eyes. I stepped forward, and without a word being exchanged, I pushed the door closed, snapped the lock, and immediately undid her blouse, exposing a beautiful pair of supple. ‘Ow…ow…ow!’ she cried out. ‘Hold on a minute’. I waited, wanting this to be good for her, too. ‘Okay’, she said finally, ‘I think I can take a little more’. I eased my dick forward, slowly, until it was completely buried in her rectum. Again I paused. ‘Whew!’ she said. ‘That’s really something. I can feel your pubic hair in the crack of my ass’. ‘That’s because your ass is filled with dick’, I grinned. ‘Let me know when you’re ready’. ‘I guess I’m ready now’, she said. ‘But put another shot of. There was no minister, priest, or any other official to oversee the ceremony. This was Mistress's time to take what was rightfully Hers and She did. "I now claim you as My property and slave to use and abuse as I see fit for my pleasure and amusement. By accepting my claim of ownership over you, slave agrees to love, honor, worship, and obey every ounce of My being at all times until Mistress has no further use for you. Does slave accept?" Yes Mistress" is all slave says before bowing his head. ”“I am.” I smiled as Maid returned with the coffee tray. She set it down and we went through the formalities of how Daddy took his coffee and serving before I dismissed her and encouraged the conversation again.“Ruby, I want this time to be just like old times. But I want to know if you have any questions for me about how you were raised or why I made the choices I did. Have you seen your mother?”“I haven’t seen her, no. I decided to write her and explain that I was choosing the lifestyle.