??Trust me Bill is fine with it. You know if you’re my slave Bill will know about everything we do, and he will be involved, he will still be my Mas...er, and you will have to address him as Master too. If you are my slave you are my SLAVE, you do what you’re told whether its something you’re into or not. You will be here for my pleasure, but you will get your share of pleasure too.??There is nothing you could do to me that I haven’t thought of doing for you at least once.??Well we’ll never know. The brunette kept showing an interest in him, so the next weekend they went together by train for an outing. They hired bikes, cycled around a country park and he discovered that statues with what he considered rather large dicks were, in her eyes, not quite big enough. Was she teasing or for real? No point getting his 6.5 inch boner out for her if 8.5 inches was her minimum acceptable sausage size. At one point they stopped, locked up the bikes and walked fifty yards off the path and over the. His voice was deep, flat. He wore baggy pants that clung snugly to his thick waist and an open vest. A layer of fat coated his tremendous musculature, and his stomach stood out before him. He was hairy and sweating profusely. Beaded water ran down his lined face and traced the curves of his massive chest and stomach. His immense size and glistening sweat made him an intimidating figure. His lined face and yellow teeth made him disgusting. ‘Wish I could say the same for you,’ she spat. He. "Does Eileen put up with this, too?" I inquired. "If she does, she's never said a word about it to me." Mostly, they leave her alone because of Dave," replied Evie. "How touching, Pat. You're very protective of your baby sister." She flashed a smile."My sister is not the only female in our band who I want to protect from harm. Both of you fall into that category, too," I pointed out in a concerned voice. And then I followed it up by facetiously suggesting, "Maybe we need to ask Dennis to do.