Someone who would give up control in a different way then slaves she'd met in the past. She wanted someone who would just do what she wanted and neve... question it or need to be punished and never expect any attention. Her ad said that, when I first emailed her, I shouldn't say my name or give her any information about myself - only the text "I give up". After far to brief a consideration, I emailed and she responded saying I was to email her three photos, one picture clothed, one nude and. The extra workers in town now made this possible. She had signed on as a Cleaner/Kitchenhand, but she also had an Arts degree specialising in Handicrafts. She had also learnt the art of Saddle Making and other Leathercraft from her family.She was thrilled to be back doing her trade and loved working with the new hides from the reptii and camla. She still wasn’t sure why she had signed on for this voyage originally, but she was more than happy with her new circumstances.“Lonnie,” Sean said. As it was, they were going to have to stop kissing when they got to that point.Her hands untucked Adam's shirt without breaking their joining and she felt the strong, tight muscles of his stomach and chest. Adam followed her lead and pulled her shirt upward until it bunched above her breasts. There was no fumbling when he found the catch to her bra. She felt her breasts fall free and then Adam's warm hands brushing across her nipples.He was so gentle it felt like a feather. It was not the. Before I knew it, the entire bowl was empty. The woman took the bowl and presented me with a glass of sweet, red juice that helped disguise the taste in my mouth. I felt like I had just eaten a large steak; I was so full. I was stood up, turned toward my audience with my eyes cast down, fully on display. There was applause and I curtsied slightly before I was led out of the room and back to the sitting room.Justin was there, waiting. “Ruby…there are no words. You are magnificent.”“Thank.