You have stopped your pleading, knowing it is useless – and of course there is that pride of yours, not wanting me to gloat on your fears. You are a...one proud woman!?After some time you are turned around and around and then stopped. You feel some tugging on your rope leash and a quick tug pulls down your sweatpants. You hear me order you to lift your feet, taking the pants of you. "Albright now, you'll stay here while I go back to the cabin for a nice cold soda. I'll pick you up later. Behave. " No, she was wearing a shirt."I hesitated and bit my bottom lip, and then with my eyes lowered I said, "Would you like to see mine?" Shit yeah!"With trembling hands, I grabbed the bottom of my tee-shirt and yanked it over my head -- quickly, before I lost my nerve. Shaking my head to get my hair off my face, I automatically reached for the elastic band I kept on my wrist when at home. I loved the feel of my long, blonde hair hanging loose. But it came to my bra strap and often got in the way.. When they arrived and cleared security, Bill was annoyed that Jennifer wasn't at the airport to meet them. He had given her their flight information and the connecting flight down from Dallas had been on time. However, they were met by Fred who had driven the limousine over from Los Angeles. He took their baggage checks and made arrangements for their luggage to be brought to the hotel.Meantime Bill called Jennifer's apartment. When he returned, Ali's eyes widened. She had never seen him look. Noma still held Christina’s tether in her hands, more of a formality than anything. “Come!” said the commanding bass that Christina recognized as that of her Master. noma led Christina humbly into the room and performed obeisance before Master George, who stood beside Master Nathan as his best man, until she was given permission to rise. Although noma’s obeisance pulled Christina’s head down at an awkward angle, she did not herself perform obeisance. She was not yet officially a slave, and she.