My Master will come for me. I hear footfalls crunching the fallen leaves. He is here. My Master says nothing, but I feel him in the air. I hear the sn...p of scissors, opening and closing. I feel the taut hem of my dress relax as it is cut slowly up the middle. I feel the coldness of the back of the scissor blade as it slides between my breasts, snipping upward until at last it parts my dress completely.The material falls to the side, exposing me. The chill of the blade slides across one. We have her bedroom picked out and are decorating it. It will be done before she’s even born. Still doesn’t stop me from running my firm. Tuesday, one, sharp.”I appeared at the appointed time and spent three hours going over figures. I was amazed at the wealth I had already accumulated, and with the addition of two more stores my profit, after taxes and salaries, would be a surplus of about a million three, a year.“What are we going to do with all that money?”Mom and the accountant laughed.. I would get out, come in the bath, get dried, wash the bath and spend the evening downstairs. That particular evening, after realising there was no towel, I shouted to her asking if she could leave one by the door. I heard her come up the stairs and open the closet door, I was stood by the bath about to shoot my load when, thinking I was still in the bath, in she walked. I was on the vinegar stroke and to be honest had a pink elephant wearing a tutu playing Verdi’s requiem on a banjo charged in. I took a deep sigh and relaxed which in turn, relaxed her also at the same time she could not tell what was coming next. So I walked around and loosened down my suit, emptied my pockets and told her to have some water and she did and also offered me some water. I had as I sat down on the bed.There were no sofas in my room. So she followed me and sat next to me on the bed. I could feel her breathing heavily and all tensed up. I was loving it the way tension was building inside her and in the.