Why did I add the 'slave', now? She flinched."I am your slave?" Her voice was incredulous."Yes," I breathed deeply."Who are you?" She uttered the word... in staccato, putting stress on the middle word of the sentence. "Where do you come from?"I hesitated. Feeling an urgent need to control the situation, I shook my head. No... "Why did you return?" Look, You want to own me, and control my life? For real?"I paused. To control every aspect of her life. What she should wear, what she ate, when she. Unlike hersister, she made friends very easily. Their mother was 34 yearsold and had gained some weight with each pregnancy and hadresigned herself to being pleasantly plump. She was happy withher image. Her breasts had ballooned out to a nice, inviting36DD. She had some junk in the trunk, as well. She was a shorthaired brunette, with brown eyes, and a very nice smile. She wasalso in a constant state of horniness since her second divorce. She had caught the rotten bastard cheating on her. So were a few other people. THey had already crashed on the couch and other chairs so I fell asleep on the floor. Dee was in her bedroom with some "company". No big deal.Around 1:30am or so Dee comes out and wakes me up. She's wearing just a short satin robe. Nice ass. Leads me by thte hand back to her bedroom. There' a guy using the master bath and another guy waiting to use it. I made an assumption that she'd used up both of them and wanted more. I was an excellent choice.She's on the bed,. He'd seen what had convinced Patrick that something was moving in the corner, so he understood that Patrick could believe in the imaginary beast. And he knew that if they all just left, Patrick would still believe that he was in danger.Bobby slapped the closet door with the flat of his hand. The boom startled even him."What?!" cried Mavis and Sally.Bobby put one finger up to his lips, in the universal signal to be quiet. Then he tiptoed over to Meg and took her hand, pulling her toward the.