“I’m your property.”Howard smiled at her total submission.“I won’t let them. The magistrate is my friend and he would never let that happen....But it will help if you tell the truth that you were the indentured slave to Steven Bonnet and that I legally purchased you from him. Can you tell that to the magistrate Peaches?”“Of course Massa. I hope that I can help.”“I hope that you won’t be tempted to lie. I told you that the magistrate is my friend. However, remember what I once told you about. It still seemed a platonic friendship in every way.No, the change that had occurred wasn’t in Sue or James. It was in me, in my mind. The best way I can explain it was that it was like a switch had been flicked. After everything that had happened with Brandon, I’d not thought about the idea of sharing Sue at all. Our love life was great, and we were closer than ever. But there was no talk of other men and no role-playing with the toys we’d used before. Having had such a painful experience. It was the second time that i and my sister did a trip of commission, and also this time in train like the first time recounted in a my previous story :-P, and my sister was with an anorak and down it with a skirt of the lenght more or less like the end of the coat of the woman in this video here above namely a bit more above her knees :-P, and also my sister like the woman in this video here above was with a nice pantyhose of flesh-color :-P and, usually for she when she puts the skirt and the. " I went to the closet and pulled out some breast forms. Gaveher double Ds. Noticing her chest was lacking hair, I used am adhesiveto hold the massive forms to her chest. I pulled a corset around herwaist and tied it tightly, cutting almost 6 inches off her mid section.She was gasping for a few moments. Them I added a garter belt andstockings, pink in color. Then black high heels, six inches, with alittle pad lock. I put the key to unlock them on a necklace and put itaround her neck. Not that.