But a moment later, she again moved them to hit me back at my chest a few more times in her annoyance. I responded with a few more hits at her chest. ...er breasts jiggled more.Her eyes grew bigger again with shock. She hit again harder. I was about to do the same to her but she stopped my hands this time.Di – “Enough… You can’t hit me… You can’t touch… there…” (she made her voice serious)Me – “But you did? What is the difference? And I did touch them earlier. Remember?”Di – “My chest is not the. Permanent structures in landscape appeared like they had the last time I was here. They were a bit sharper in relief because they were newer, or should I say less old. I had spent time here waiting on Saladin and Richard...A twinge of grief overcame me momentarily. I remembered the news that was brought to me earlier this week of the death of Richard. Earlier this week, yet centuries away. How did I get here? Why am I here? What am I going to do?These questions ran through my mind continuously. I was hesitant but over time learned how to please you. We both wanted more after a while and started safe play but even that wasn't enough. I want to let you know of a fantasy I've been having about us. Your favorite team is having a big game, a must win game of the season, and im going to be your good luck charm! I have removed all hair from my body and even locked myself in chastity. You always wanted a blonde so i bought a wig and found a cosmetology student to come and do my makeup.. We had a little insurance. She would be cremated, that had been her expressed wish in a conversation about family matters we’d once had. I was in the chapel at the funeral home when it was done. My sobbing was beyond telling. I had never felt so low. I had nobody. I had nothing and nothing was what mattered to me.I did have an ‘82 pickup truck. My part time job would pay—at a bit more than $1,100 monthly after taxes—barely enough for me to take care of the rent, utilities, food, gas to get to.