..'The timer sounded again, and after I kissed Abigail on the head and sent her over to Dave, I turned in time to see Layla walking toward me.'Dear gi...l, you are magnificent,' I said as she came near, my lips meeting hers and my hands going immediately to her little breasts. As I gently brought my hands to her chest, I thrilled to the sensation of her pink nipples grazing my palms.'Thank you, Mr. Stevenson,' she replied, welcoming my touch and kissing me again, 'this feels kind of crazy,. ’ ‘Yes, Cayla’. ‘You now in my control. You do what I say.’ Ridiculous, I think to myself. ‘Yes, Cayla,’ I reply. ‘You, my sleeve’. I don’t understand ‘I say, you my sleeve.’ I still don’t understand. A pause. Sounds like she is checking something on her phone. ‘Slave’, the voice from the dictionary on her phone calls out. ‘Oh’, she laughs. ‘You, my slAve.’ ‘Yes, Cayla.’ ‘Take off clothes.’ That’s ridiculous. Here, in the office! But the voice seems to come from within my own mind. I find. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived right under us, so I figured she was just going. “I guess you do trust me. I’m alone with your food a lot.”“Is that why it always tastes like cinnamon?” I’d teased Missy for years about her fondness for cinnamon gum.She started to say something flippant and funny, but just stopped and looked at me with sympathy. “You don’t seem surprised.”“Something’s been off for a while. Even when she’d home ... she’s just not really there.”“Are you arguing?”“No. We’re not really talking much at all.”“That’s worse, you know.”The idea of Missy as a.