​(I know this must sound so pathetically like a Middle School boy, or maybe a dirty old man talking! That's how I feel sometimes! But hey, I'm takin... what I can get!)The first time I got a glimpse, I saw that she was wearing gray cotton panties, with fairly thin, horizontal black stripes. They were very cute, and I imagined her wonderful round ass in them all that day and night.A few days later I got another view, and this time she was wearing a black thong! Oh my, did that get my attention! I. Your slave has decided." She said softly. "She wishes to be restrained Master. Your slave fears she will disappoint you if she tries to hold position and fails." Becca remained on her knees looking up into James's eyes hopefully. Her own still puffed from crying. Slowly she leaned forward and rests her head to his knee. "It hurts too much to do it on my own." She whispered her voice barely audible but still pleading.Hearing Becca's words of pleading, James allowed a smile to cross his saturnine. He was outraged at her being used in this way."Mum, you mustn't let her walk all over you. She has to keep her own room clean, just like Jacqui and we have to. It's not fair. And she is too young to be drinking. Let me go and talk with her. She shouldn't be behaving like this. You have to stand up for yourself more or everyone will just use you as a doormat." No, Simon, you keep out of it, you will only make things worse for me. Jacqui left her in charge and it's my job to look after her. It. She wanted to ask him where he stood on the issue, but knew she would be out of line by asking. Walking from the train station, the stranger led her to a carriage that was waiting for their arrival. The groom inclined his head and held a hand out to assist her into the carriage. The stranger quickly followed her in. After a couple hours of riding, he pointed out the carriage window. ‘See that large willow tree there? That’s where my territory begins. It will be about another half hour to the.