How can I help you?” he said, beaming a smile at us before sitting down at a paper-strewn desk.I was surprised at first sight of the infamous Captai... Zayne Masters. I had pictured the fellow to be something like Silas Maddox; stunted, morose, and disreputable-looking, but instead found a well set up man of some thirty years of age, who exuded bonhomie and had an engaging smile. However, his blue eyes were as cold as ice, and they would not meet mine for more than a split second at a. He realized that his face was eye level with her heavy breasts."Funny. You don't look at all like the old man" She sneered."I won't repeat myself. Who are you?" He stepped forward so he could hear her."Feisty. Even when he knows he has no idea of whom he's dealing with," She retorted.He stopped just short of bumping into her. She was stirring up all sorts of emotions in him. But he tuned out any sort of intimidation. He had survived the mean streets. This uppity prettified bitch was not going. She is my wife, and she is my true sub. I have a responsibility to protect her. For these reasons, you must leave.“I have two options for you. One, you may leave immediately. Two, you may stay here until you deliver and recover from the delivery. If you stay, there will be no sex with either Jhasmine or myself. When you leave, you will leave our daughter with me to raise as my own with Jhasmine the only mother she will ever know.”Jonnie said, “You should have a lawyer draw up a contract so I. At the same time, my ankles were pulled back and under the chair forcing my knees wider. I was splayed open obscenely before them. My body served up like part of the meal.Master stepped back to observe his handy work, "Good," he pronounced. Crystal had finished serving and had removed the hot-box; she was now openly watching me. Pulling another chair forward he motioned to Crystal, "You may sit here and feed my slave." Yes Sir" Would you like something, Crystal?" Master asked."I'd like a cup of.