He led the bitch over to the hanging hook and slipped it though her handcuffs."He'll be here soon. He wanted me to get you ready for him," he whispere... in her ear.The cunt nodded eagerly. God, what a stupid bitch!He kneeled down beside her and grabbed one of her bare ankles with his hand. There were shackles bolted to the floor and he snapped one around her ankles. The other shackle was a stretch for the small girl. The last slave here had apparently been a male. He didn't have time to reset. What she has not determined, however, are the many details that, as Im sure you realize being the professional you are, make all the difference. In that respect, she will be as much in the dark, so to speak, as you. Ha. Funny. Good. The general outline is as follows. First, everything that takes place will be photographed by my wife in great detail for your and Lindas viewing pleasure down the years, although I would suggest keeping it out of the family album. The guy was a riot. That is the. The work gloves got a similar treatment. The remaining gloves and others were for me. I carried the gifts I had made to the house, entering as quietly as possible for a 300 pound man, I laid them on the table and left. Not yet supper time, I walked back to the barn and decided to enjoy a cold soda and check out my reading material. I hadn’t even gotten five pages in when I heard a knock on my door. Since Maggie never came in here I hollered for John to come on in. The door opened and the first. You mention being content being a concubine and a bit afraid of leaving them behind if you become a soldier. I've already decided that if I get the choice I'll be the soldier standing in harm's way to protect others.Lots going on here. Erica and I seem to be together all the time now. I mean, we are in our training class together (more about that later) and then we go to rehearsals for A Chorus Line together. When all that is over we go to see her Great-Aunt Louise to pick up John. That almost.