I opened the first and found a locking anklet, it was silver in color and had a number of pendants on it, each one was the same, they were black spade... with each one having a small Q in the middle. I gulped, after all of the chats I had never thought about what my master might look like, could he have a nice BBC? I placed the anklet on my right ankle, and fastened it tightly, and locked it into place. Along with the anklet was a pair of clip-on earrings, both of which had spades with Q's on. A leftover of the brightness that once enveloped the house due to his mother’s touch, transformed into a palace of striking beauty. The house was like a castle and a dungeon all at the same time. The aura of rightly placed complacence from the woman had earned her her stepson’s respect. She made quick introductions and led him through the foyer and into his father’s room. The sight of him was languid, tearing at Henry’s heart. Forcing himself to muster his strength, he moved towards his father. ’ he said, ‘I slept fine.’ Understanding her approval of the situation they found themselves in he carefully placed his hand underneath her shirt. He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. He squeezed each breasts lovingly and traced her perky nipples. Playing with her breasts was more then she could handle. She dropped the air of indifference and turned to face him directly. There she laid looking at him with now both his hands upon her breasts and she trembled. Sensing her excitement. Howard have been so incredibly kind to him. If they knew what he wasabout to do...it would all be over. They'd kick him out. He should try tobe strong. He should call them and ask to go with them. He should...No...this is his one chance. He has to do it.Their room is tidy. Matthew has rarely been in here, but he's spiedenough to know where things are. Mr. Howard keeps most of his clothesand things in a closet downstairs, in a spare bedroom. Mrs. Howard,Matthew knows, uses this bedroom's walk-in.