On this belt she had several style whips and crops, and many different size dildos for the use of the masters during the evening. From her tits hung a...tray of cigars and an ashtray. It was her duty to entertain the men as they were bidding for a new slave. This was a monthly event where all the slaves were thrown into the auction and the masters went after the one that they wanted next. But this evening Sheila who chose to be auctioned off for life, was also to be sold. She would be the first. She claimed it was rape -- but he claimed it was conspiracy and she'd enjoyed it. The other two guys agreed with the husband (of course -- their necks were on the line). Even the surveillance video wasn't cut and dried; the woman had led the other two on, certainly, even if it had gone further than planned. I rounded on one of the alleged rapists, "You struggled with Mack, here -- why shouldn't I space you for assault?"The guy went white, but replied, "They aren't married any more. Who she. This is myapartment." I look at Jenny. "Our apartment. And we sleep together.I know that this goes against your rules, but that's how it is." I geta smirk across my face, as use her own line against her. "My house, myrules." She tries to stare me down before breaking into laughter."I guess I just got told off. Is she always this forceful Jenny?" mymother says looking at my girlfriend. Jenny laughs.'Only when it comes to Quinn's. Usually she is a pussy cat," Jennystates and hugs me. At. She chose me.I thought that I would never fall in love again. I feared I would growold alone. I wept alone in my bedroom, in longing and loneliness. A talltrans woman, broad at the shoulder, strong jaw, big feet. I neverthought I would turn anyone's head ever again but I turned hers.She chose me.Mistress Jamie. 5'8", immaculate brows over brightly intelligent eyes,perfect teeth. Slim and graceful. Her voice somewhat on the nasal sidebut believably female. She passes nearly perfectly. A fixture.