" And I know that is his concession. Hisadmission of investment."Thank you for saving me," I respond to his insinuation. "I'm still notsure how I can ...ear to live this life. But I guess it's preferable todeath. Especially in light of knowing there's more to our existence thanI'd previously believed." You're worried about going to Hell?" That's assuming I'm not already there. Wearing a little black dress ina pub like this is probably not too far removed from how I'd imaginedit."For the first. As the groundskeeper of my vast estate in the city of Brockton’s opulent west side. The second worker is Elisabeth Beck, a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, skinny white chick in her twenties who fits the blonde bimbo stereotype to a T. When I met her, she was a college dropout trying to survive while working as a waitress in Boston’s Back Bay. I approached her, gauging her small-mindedness and overeager demeanor accurately. Most women are like that. In no time, she was working for me as part. . it makes my cock get hard. See what you do? That is a very naughty thing to do, slut."I grin then quickly wipe the grin off my face and look up at Him. He uses the leash and collar to pull me against His bulge as He unzips His jeans with His other hand. He pulls his hard cock from His pants and slaps my face with it saying "Naughty slut. Dirty, naughty, slutty wet girl.Tell Me what you are and what you will do to make Me happy with you again."I nod and smile up at Him. I know He loves this. i. We danced, staring at each other until the song ended, and I walked over and stopped the CD. "Break time?" Okay."As we sat on the couch together, hips touching, hands touching, I grabbed her hand, pulled it to my lips and gave the tips of her fingers a quick kiss. "Ginny, do you trust me?" Yes, Davey. I have trusted you as long as I've known you. You are trustworthy, and that's not just my opinion," that was punctuated with her lips brushing my fingertips."Will you go sailing with my Dad and I.