At a point I had to take over the journal, since she was no longer physically able to do it anymore, but we will get to that in time . . .************...********************************At the beginning . . .My name is Cassandra. I am keeping this journal at the direction of my daughter Carrie. She says it’s time I informed the world of my status as her slave. She has told me I must tell my story in every detail, from the very beginning. Carrie wants the whole world to see what I’ve become, what. They'd met soon after he joined her husband's company as chief accountant, he'd been invited to a garden party at his boss's house and there he met the lovely Amelia.The attraction was immediate and mutual and Bernard saw in her a very sensuous woman, whereas her husband Dennis was in his mid fifties, Amelia was about thirty and Bernard was certain that she'd soon be sharing his bed!As the guests mingled and chatted, Amelia asked him if he'd like to see their lovely gardens and when he seemed. Another is to make sure that each child gets a small cake in their favorite flavor with unique designs. We have larger sheet cakes for the others. Everyone gets all the birthday cake they want without worrying about what to do with the rest. If there is any leftover cake, we will take it to the childcare centers for snacks or rewards for good behavior.”Not that idea makes sense.April, her sisters, and siblings liked having their own space to check out and play with their new toys. The best part. I get to the bottom and it takes another turn and opens into a large restroom with a row of 10 chest to floor white porcelain urinals in it, way old school. No dividers just wide open, a couple of stalls across from them the place was empty. I set my brief case down and head to the wall. I whip out my cock and just start easing into my piss and then one of the stall doors open up and an average white guy comes out and goes to the sinks. I think nothing of it and keep going. Well after a bit I.