Resha was in the same league as that Kim person. The booty blended into legs that were strong and well-muscled. Her entire body had a the sleekness th...t females get from the fat layer under the skin, but there was no extra fat bulging on the thighs or waist or anywhere. Finally, her lion’s mane of thick black hair, cut in an shoulder-length asymmetrical style, surrounded a face that was exotic like a supermodel and always seemed to be delightfully unsure of herself. It was not typical of one. Just because we trust them and let them work on their own jobs without interference, it doesn't mean that they are any more independent legally than you are. If I were to decide that Martha should strip and dance on the table and suck every man in the room tonight, she would do it. Incidentally most men are also owned by someone. Jason owns Karl, for instance; just as Karl owns Frank. Less than twenty of us aren't owned, but it doesn't usually matter until one of us dies. Then all hell breaks. Whether the sigh of adoration came from Kitty or I, or both, I didn'tknow and really didn't care. I was too captivated by the image of theraven-haired goddess turning and posing in a long, tight, slinky,strapless red dress with a slit running up to her hip displaying thesucculent curves of her body and every inch of her world-class legs.With every shifting of her body it seemed as though she was calling outto me, urging me to come and find her so that I might reap the rewardsof knowing her body. Daddy picked up the pace a little, moving his hips a little bit faster as he pressed up against me and I started to worry that whatever the hard thing he had in his pocket was going to hurt me, but then he made a loud grunting sound that sounded like it came from deep inside his throat, and stopped completely. He let go of my neck and the back of my head with both of his hands and then he took a step backwards and opened his eyes. He didn’t look mad at me anymore, in fact, he looked kind of.