Master, the word rolled off her tongue. This girl had just realised that she actually wanted 2 b controlled and she was getting hotter and hotter at t...e thought of being a slave!Lets go upstairs I said 2 my 2 slaves (My wife had control of our slut, but I had control of them both)My wife stood up as we headed for the door while I grabbed a handful of blonde hair belonging 2 our slut and told her 2 stay on her hands and knees and 2 crawl beside her Master. She was so happy being controlled, at. For the first few hours, his sleep was restless. He saw fearsome figures blackmailing him, demanding he be naked in court, threatening him with one ghastly scenario after another. He woke up three times, and at two in the morning he walked naked downstairs for a drink, thought about whisky but settled for milk and sat at the kitchen table until his agitation gradually settled.The detective had no power over him, he hadn't even done anything yet, there was room to negotiate, to simply tell him. Over to the left of me, I could see the inn. Lights from candles werecoming from the inside and it looked a cheery and welcoming place. Seeing as there was no one about, I sneaked up and looked in one of thewindows. There were several people in there and through the pipe smoke,I could see the man who owned the wagon talking and laughing with theinnkeeper.I went around the back of the inn, staying where I could in the shadowand away from windows and I found myself at the rear of the. What kind of mother had she been? The feeling he got from her was that he was a mistake that she made that was constantly in her face.He took the half empty bottle of wine and the extinguished marijuana cigarette from the ash tray and sat in the chair across from her. He lit the joint and smoked it while he drank the wine glaring at his half naked mother on the sofa.He felt no more for her than some sleazy bitch that he would meet on the street. The butt-cheeks that she was so proud of and used.