Neither she nor daddy bear any moral responsibility for that arrow that took her life. But, just like the settlers at Zeboim, she had been warned by t...e Brothers, daddy’s “guardian angels,” but chose to ignore reason.Sometimes I just get so mad. Harriet, our mother, didn’t listen to those who knew this country far better than we did. She was used to being in charge. The Brothers were unarmed, they wouldn’t fight, and it was pointless for two adults to take on a whole war party. They told us to. .And is most difficult to ignore!I then said as I held her even tighter dear, I would like you to meet Bill, and Walt they both work for one of the companies we do business with, and we often stay in the same hotels!....My wife was speechless for several moments, was squirming and trying to free herself from my grasp! as I turned her toward them, neither of them at first could say a word, as my wife stammered, looking at the floor, softly said hello, and then gave me a half smile along with the. He insists I call him "Master," but "blackmailer" is the moreappropriate title. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to thebeginning.You'll find an earlier story from me on this site called "An Open Letter tomy Master," in which I apologize for chickening out on a blind date with aMan. I'd never done anything at all with a Man prior to these experiencesand, at the time, I just couldn't go through with it.I am very submissive, I crossdress when I can and I love pretty things,. ” I checked my phone assuming my girlfriend had messaged me and smiled to see it was from Jan. I opened the message and saw it was a photo. She was naked and had her legs spread. One hand was on her shaved pussy and with the other she had taken a selfie using the mirrored doors on her bedside wardrobes. “I need cock.” The accompanying message said. Christ, all that moralising and it went out the window in a flash. I texted back, “I could fuck you right now but am tied up.” “Pity, I’m in a.