They enjoyed the thrill of the kill. They wanted to be rich and own property, have beautiful girlfriends and wives, and show off how rich they were. S...me would go on to be politicians, rising up as important men in society. All I wanted was to live a happy and peaceful life. Perhaps Barnett was right; I was in the wrong place. After ten minutes on the treadmill, I pulled a few weights and decided to call it a night. There was no point trying to get a full workout when it had to be balanced with. He was pulled away by his leash to sign himself off to their complete control as Maria, smiling with smug pleasure, prepared a towel over a leather seat in full view of Elaine's husband-cum-slave; she would have him watch and be envious as another cur was brought to book by her expertise in corporal punishment. Gordon snivelled as he was made to sign various documents by the stern women who smiled with satisfaction as he put his name to binding contracts which gave everything up to their. Honey, I not only like it; I LOVE IT! “I dunno. Let me see the back.”“Mmm...Cheeky bugger, aren't you? OK, if you insist.”Oh, yes, quite so! I should get to look at my creation all around! I wasn't disappointed, either, as her ass strained against the jeans perfectly that were crying “uncle”. “Oh, brav-oh.” I said with a slow clap of applause. “Thank you, lad. Do you have any tea or coffee?”“Mmm...only Dunkin' Donuts and that's in the coffeemaker.”“Dunkin'...Donuts?”We passed into the kitchen. , we were on the Beltway. Progress was slow until we exited onto Route 50, heading for the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Once across the Bay, we followed Route 50 until we reached Cambridge where I had booked us a room in a bed and breakfast for the weekend. The Blackwater Inn was a stout building on Bellevue Ave, with a balcony around the second floor and a porch to surround the entire ground floor. There was a view of the Bay and of the bridge across Choptank River from our window, and we spent some.