"John don't take this the wrong way... would you mind if I sometimes call you Daddy J? Um or Master" she could not meet my eyes as she made her humble...request.She just nestled into me deeper, and held her breath. Beth was asking if I wanted to own her. She would be my property, my slave. Not my Girlfriend, or my lady--she wanted to be a thing that I abused and fuck. But I realized that I was committing myself to her--that I would have responsibilities. I would never love her in a romantic way,. Amid unison squeals, the girls hurried to open the patio door, then waited uncertainly inside. "My room," he said, and they dashed to open the door to the stairway, open the door to his room, and pull back the covers on his bed.By the time he got to his room, Rick was regretting the grand gesture of picking her up. She was not tiny. However, he did his best to make it seem effortless and thought he pulled it off pretty well. Besides, the feeling of the lush naked body in his arms provided an. The burly man was overlooking the sisters with one hand cradling a short-barreled version of an AK-47; the paratrooper version. In his hands, it looked little more than a large handgun. He motioned with his free hand and half a dozen men fanned out by two's, going inside the rooms and halls on the west side of the monastery.The rising heat added to the tension; Ethan was sweating. He was hoping Ludwig had gotten everybody out in time; more people would mean more problems to solve. He was also. Candy had drawn the bath waterearlier.' What had I gotten myself into?The hot water felt wonderful. I eased down into the deep tub and smelled afragrant lavender aroma. Candy knelt beside the tub, picked up a largenatural sponge and applied a liberal amount of liquid soap, turning thesponge into a huge soap dispenser. Without expression, Candy beganscrubbing my body, beginning at my neck and shoulders. She rubbed me gentlyin a circular motion, slowly working her way down, pausing a bit longer.