I was tempted to email Sir back but thought i would think about it for a while first. Two days of torture to wait to see what He had in store for me. ...y Thursday i could no longer take the suspense and replied to Him to ask a few questions, knowing that i might get in trouble for questioning Him or just not get a response at all. i am His slave and i know i do not have the right to anything but what He deems approprite but if i am respectful i may ask certain things at certain times. Sir,i. As soon as they had my pants past my feet, Amy balled them up and tossed them over the balcony! "Oops, guess we won't be needing those anymore." The girls then began to pull my boxer briefs off. I quickly swatted their hands away."Uh uh, nope. I am not losing these over the balcony too!" Laughing, I pulled my own underwear off and made a show of throwing them towards the door. As soon as the underwear bounced off the glass door, the girls pounced on me. Their mouths met in a kiss with the. I “helped” him cleanup the kitchen mostly by searching his refrigerator and cabinets, while he actually put things away and cleaned. A tight hug (God we are still so sweaty), a friendly kiss and I make my way across the yard to my house.It is amazing to me how little Glenn annoys me. I can even accept that he has opinions that I didn’t give him. He is such a genuinely nice person; I just do not understand how no one has taken advantage of him and locked him up as their slave. Not a word of. Either way, he couldn't believe how gorgeous she appeared in it."You look happy," she commented over dinner."I am happy," he replied. "Tell me something. Why would a gorgeous, confident, graceful and charming woman like you ever want to marry a crotchety old geezer like me?" You're no geezer," she laughed. "Minimum age for that is fifty, and that's only in rare circumstances. You're not even forty yet." Good point." And I already told you why I married you," she joked. "For your money, of.