He brought them towards his nose and inhaled. He was beginning to feel dizzy and sat down on the bed. As he looked around, there must have been 12 oth...r bags in the room. He knew it was unsafe to be in her room, but he couldn’t help himself. He went through bag after bag searching for panties. As he found them, he threw them into a pile. When he was completely done, he had amassed a beautiful display. They were all made of the silky material and the colors were white, pink, red, black and. "What do you need?" you ask again. "You." I respond, breathy, obviously holding back tears. Pushing me for a better response, you ask me again, "What do you need?" Frustrated tears start, I look up at you "I need to be owned, to be a slave, for you to be my Master." "Good Girl" I hear. "That is all I wanted to hear." I knew what you wanted, but needed to hear it from you. You grab my chin and pull me up to stand and give me a hug. You then lead me into your house and instruct me to kneel again.. They'll sell just as well. Wrap them up the same way you do the girls." I didn't respond and he went on. "What about shit? Do you keep that?" I shook my head. "Same thing; keep it. Who else knows about this?" Knows about what?" This camera of yours! I figure it's yours, right?" I nodded. "Right. So do you circle these among your friends or what?" Oh. No. I just, you know. Keep them." Ok so now we get to the tricky part. I've got a license to protect so I can't put these in my catalogue. But. Ed's jaw dropped open when he saw this bizarre illustration. He had never seen anything like it!This makes those pictures on the wall look like nursery school stuff, he thought. Christ, what the hell goes on here?At once fascinated and repelled, he glanced further into the pamphlet, his eyes caught phrases like "surrender of the ego..." "ancient Sumerian God..." and "Worship and Creatures of Darkness..." On the one hand it all seemed to confirm his belief that the Sign of Vallus was nothing.