There, standing in the door way, she sees her master. Angel was a small girl, 5' 3" with long dark brown hair and the cutest cat like nose you've ever...seen. Her eyes could melt an arctic snow cap with there gaze. She had the best smile that could make anyone's day. She was also very well endowed with a pair of DDD 36 breasts. All tho not extremely muscular, She was very strong. She loved the out doors, the woods in particular. She loved being surrounded be nature and things that grow. And. Two guards wearing gaudy animal clothing were standing outside. “Mason’s inside holding court, boss.” They opened the gates.To either side after we entered were the stadium seating areas. There were cutouts of figures in them, with Raiders using them for target practice. Just to the right was a cage filled with several people in rags. A mole rat came walking up to me, sniffed my foot, then walked away. In the center of the courtyard, in front of the stage and half dome, was another cage,. After the fact, not before!”She opened the paper, found the article and began to read. The gist of the of the article, set around a rather poor woodcut print of Beatrice and one of Peter and herself attending a ball, was that the ‘well known rake’ Lord Kingswood, and his ‘mistress’, dress shop proprietress Victoria Underwood, had forced Lady Beatrice Hatherley, unable now to obtain a husband following her adventures in Ireland, to work for her living in Sir Jacob White’s sweat shop.“This is. I hit the gym for about an hour every weekday morning. I had a short, messy hair style. My hair is a very light red, nearly blonde. My mom always said I was a strawberry-blonde. Ash got me to start tanning, so my skin was also lightly freckled and bronzed. Neither of us were too tanned like the leathery people you see, just enough as not to be pale. My eyes are blue or green depending on what they decide to be each day. My cock is straight, right at 7" long, with a diameter somewhere between.