After the wound had healed, asmy navel had been busted out by the size of my belly, my stud protrudedquite a bit. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him...in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to. A sudden gust blew past her and snuffed out her candle. June wished to cry out for her mother but she could not, the muscles in her throat were frozen and would not give voice to her fear.The glow grew quickly; a golden light filled the room. From this golden aura stepped an apparition: a man, no, thought June, an eidolon of a man, with wavy golden hair gleaming in the night. He was a Greek God perhaps, for he wore no clothing. June knew no man would be in her room without his clothing on a. We had a welcoming house where people would drop in for a coffee and chat, everybody was happy. On a Sunday we always had a big lunch, one of the guests was a so called "uncle". I liked him, he was good fun and we had a rough and tumble, usually on the grass to the side of our house, and out of site of anybody else. This particular day I was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt, the fun began, him picking me up and wrestling me to the ground. To my surprise his hand went up my shorts, he touched. One way or another, Preston would be hers again in a matter of minutes. After they got safely to South America and she had fucked Preston into submission, she'd send them after her mother and Preston would never know."In a few minutes, someone will come into the building after me," she told the two men. "You are not to touch or impede them in any way. Do not let anyone else come in after them. If they attempt to flee or leave the premises without me, stop them. Other than that don't come into.