A few days later, when she visited again, no mention was made of thepanties. Had she forgotten? When I originally said it, had I made itsound too li...hthearted, not serious at all. I sweated out the eveningand then, as she was getting dressed to leave, she gave me a penetratinggaze."Weren't you supposed to buy yourself some pretty panties, my boy-lezzie?Did you forget? Am I going to have to punish you?" Oh... no. I remembered. I'm sorry I didn't mention it earlier. I'llget them. But. When the negotiations ended, he was the winner of a session with Big Momma. Perfect! Little John gets Big Momma!The house selected for the session belonged to another member (Mister V) who would be home, but had no desire to observe the session, and Little John arranged to be there early to set the stage prior to Big Momma’s arrival. The rules were quite strict, and he knew that she must arrive no earlier or later than pre-determined times. Both men escorted Big Momma into the dungeon and. We used to roam as lovers every evening, go to different places, movies etc. It was our fixed routine to meet up at 6 in the evening and then hang out at different locations, if we didn’t had time to go out then we made it a point to meet at least for a hour and used to go for bike ride, near power, marine drive. We used to roam in group and she would always sit behind me, coz we both enjoyed each other’s company a lot and were at ease even when we had nothing to talk or do. As the days passed. " You say you never saw or heard of her again after Harv'el?" Nesho mused. "Maybe we can make some discreet inquiries. We are not without... resources, in Harv'el. Especially in the slave trade." Thank you, Mistress. I would like to know what happened to her." Shasta didn't say anything more. It was an open secret in the household that Nesho ran an ever-expanding network of spies, mostly concentrated in Harv'el. Many of them were connected to the slave trade or were slaves themselves. Unlike.