Her finger tips drag softly over the lace of my panties, teasing at my genitals and causing them to tingle and swell within the constraints of the sti...f lace. My erection pulls the thin strip of fabric tight between my legs and ass. "Very good, very good" I ache for her, but she abruptly turns and leaves the room.After a short absence she returns wearing a Japanese silk robe. Producing leather cuffs from its pockets she motions to the bed posts. Almost in a trance, I obediently position myself. ?Master, I didn’t know you were coming. I might have prepared.??Have you something to prepare, Sugar??Andrew, slave name of Sugar, is forty-something, some few years older than Eliza, and has gone a bit to seed-his short-cropped blond hair is lightening to white and he has gained a layer of fat that hadn’t been there in his thirties. He has broken into a cold sweat in his three piece suit, which he rapidly sheds. His pale face has gone paler with fear, not just anticipation, Eliza realizes,. You still flying to Erbil on Sunday?” she asked.I nodded at my wife, but my thoughts were on the changes in the Middle East between my first timeline and this one. On my first go-around, George Bush 43 had invaded Iraq and we had spent over a decade destroying the place. The only winner turned out to be Iran. The remnants of Iraq were destroyed in the partition following the Sunni-Shiite civil war, which spilled over from the Syrian Civil War, making the Iranians the most powerful regional. Joyce had absolutely no breasts, at least none that I could discern.In spite of my description of her, there was this elfin cuteness about her. Her hair was cut short and circular, like she had put a bowl on her head and cut away any strands that still showed. She didn't seem that self conscious about her appearance, smiling often during the time we spent talking about the new job.I admit that a big part of the reason I'd picked her was so that Shirley wouldn't have anything to worry about, as.