He looked worried, and out of love Iwas worried too. But something He did really showed me how much He caredfor me: following on my oath of sissiness,...He knew I needed to be at theservice of a man who could be my guide, my Beacon of Light in developingmy female persona. So I was told, during His absence, I would be servinganother man, whose task would be to watch over my honour and dignity andremind me every second it pertained to a sissy to serve and be devout. Ashe had blessed my gaff, the. She lifted her dress up, exposing hernaughty nothings, and on Tarasov's command, began Operation: Clean Up bygrinding her ass like a lapdancer into Vlad's pelvic region.Although the technique was mildly successful at mopping up the suds ofbeer around Vlad's groin mess, it was patently obvious that Tarasov hadset this mock-lapdance up to embarrass the subjugated pair for his ownperverted kicks. Just to eliminate any doubt, soon both Tarasov and Hansongathered round, filming the lewd display on. They all watched the screen with great interest. This was the second film that the two had made in the past few hours with a short rest for recuperation in between. They had to agree that Tony and Cassie worked well together...The action in the next room started with Cassie lying in bed with her head on Tony's shoulder. The sheet was thrown back, so that the watchers could see her hand slowly moving over his torso, moving down fingering his pubic hairs and gently stroking his cock. His erection. Sam Parkman had signed a note, borrowing money against his thoroughbreds from the local banker to place one last bet in an effort to recover his losses. He lost two bets, one to Eli Crow for ten thousand at two-to-one odds to the winner. The other, a head-to-head bet for another twenty-five thousand with Marshal Crow.Ezra had bet ten thousand of his and Little Eli’s combined winnings on an even money bet with one bookmaker who just knew there was no way the young Paint could win this race, his.