"I can make him do it. Let me tell you the story; it is not long."Despite the gravity of the topic, both slave girls prepared to enjoy the tale. Sarah...was a great storyteller, and even an everyday event, when recounted by her, became a treat."I dated Paul when I was in high school and he was a promising young engineer. I started to sub for him when I was 17. By the time I was 18 I knew I wanted him as my master forever, and on my birthday, as my gift, I asked him to take me in, as his slave. He. "I blushed and nodded as I thought of how I'd embraced him from behind and kissed the back of his neck just before he drove home from Berkeley. But Ben winced at the memory of what came before. He'd been going through hell, and I hadn't made it any easier on him by cutting myself off from him. I'd been angry and disappointed in him, but he still had to have been feeling a lot of pain.But that was then. This was now. Ben moved us along by asking, "What's bothering you? Are you upset that I. It made sense, at least for getting my old job back. I gave it a little thought and said... “Ok, in that case, I think I’ll be Molly, Molly Wield.”Sam chuckled and said... “You’re kidding, right?”“Nope, that’s it.” I said.Lisa spoke up saying... “I think it’s a great name to use for all those living types, because they’ll just see Molly. I still see you, so you’ll always be Mel to me.”I looked at Sam, he was looking at me, apparently deep in thought. Then he said... “Ok, Molly it is.”Then he. The make-up he thought spoiled what he recalled as a clear and very attractive complexion.Addressing the Chief Eunuch, he snapped, "Take her away and wash off all that paint. Bring her back clean and with none of the ironmongery on her." Master, as the master pleases, but what is ironmongery, master, my you live for ever and have many sons?"~The jewels, fool, remove the jewels and the paint, Derek said, at pains to make himself clear to the creature.He was pleasantly surprised that it took less.