“Yes, sir…I mean Brandon.” She said with a smile. We went into the dining room and ate, but not before I told her to take her dress off. “I w...nt to see that amazing body of yours while I eat.” I told her. “Yes Brandon.” She answered. She took on strap off her shoulder and then the other. The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. “Do you like what you see Brandon?” She asked. “Yes I do Heather.” I continued “Also were at that point where you can now call me sir until we’re done. He was my daddy. My ruler, I was under his control. I was his slut, his slave and we liked it that way. He dug his hands into my flesh and controlled my every movement. He bent me backwards and dragged his tongue over me he reached my clit and simply breathed on it, no physical touch at all. I squirmed and he smiled. He knew how badly i wanted it. He knew how horribly he was teasing me.His grip got tighter around my wrists, his nails digging in. He spun me around into the nearest wall with a. So if she died... Well.All that mattered was that the spell succeeded.All that mattered was the heroine.***Arching his back, and stretching his hands toward the ceiling, Davidtried to shake off the stiffness that came from sitting too long in oneplace. The drawing he'd been working on, a sketch of a dragon fruit, hadtaken much longer than it should have to complete. Though the time hadgone less into the drawing, and more into the research. The assignmenthad only been to sketch a fruit, but. "Bob Long stood up, "Ann, order me the hamburger and French fries; order whatever you want."Ann nodded and Bob turned and walked out of the restaurant. He walked to a section of the lobby that was relatively quiet and dialed his satellite phone and waited for Paula to answer the phone."Paula this is Bob Long. I want you to tell our pilot that I want him to fly Ann and myself to Paris this afternoon. Have him call me on my phone when the plane is ready to go. Have him file the flight plan and.