..actually, she was about your size...." His voice trailed off as hethoughts reminisced."I'm sorry to hear that...were you married long?" Only about 5...years. Mary fell off of a horse, bumped her headhard...happened so quickly." His voiced trailing away, again.I didn't want to continue the conversation. It was like opening an old wound.The thought of losing his wife...then it hit me that he started to tell meabout her clothing that he had saved."Wait a minute, are you suggesting I wear Mary's. Or more exactly, someone. He stopped and doubled back to the café he’d passed. There, at the register. A girl with creamy brown skin, long brown hair, and delicate shoulders set off by her modest top. And wow, exotic, sharp black eyes. But it was the flick of her hand as she swept a strand of hair behind her ear, so unselfconsciously, that hooked him. Why not? He grinned as he pushed in the door. Tom knew he looked good in a suit and he was sure he’d impress her without effort. She’s just a. I kind of felt jealous of them. Then it happened: the thought ran across my mind unexpectedly, that they'd get to fuck our master, and I never would. It was a momentary pang of desperation somehow implanted in my thoughts, that I'd never be woman enough for our new owner. I'd only be his toy, to suck him off and - Oh, god! The image popped into my head of me going down on our owner. I saw his cock in front of my face, my tiny hand wrapped around its base as I wet my lips and reached my waiting. "Yes," Clarke replied sheepishly. "He has agreed to a meeting in his house down by the lake, he thinks I am going but I thought you could take my place with a bottle of Cognac that I know he enjoys. From his email I sense that he is nearly ready to sign on but I can't take the risk of him changing his mind. Will you be able to meet him in thirty minutes." He voice had taken on a slightly pleading tone. "I cannot stress enough how important Mr. Howe is." Don't worry, I will get him to agree.".