He’d listen to the jukebox at the bar, or, at home, to the radio randomly for melodies he wished he had written: jotting down words, phrases, chan...ing whole hooks, verses, and themes to suit his tastes and mood, then incorporate them into guitar or piano – and still more changes – until he’d arranged another’s work into something completely different and that he could call his own, as far as copyright laws and awards ceremonies were concerned. Maggie edited his drafts for signs of life and. It feels so good to be my toy, to feel instead of think and let me pose you and play with you. You can feel the heat of it, the sensual warmth mixing with the deep and dreamy obedience until you can’t tell which is which anymore. It feels good to be an obedient toy, and feeling good makes you an obedient toy. Deeper and deeper, hotter and hotter. ‘I’m moving your hands faster and faster now, building the intensity of that pleasure as I make you whimper and moan with need. The rest of you feels. She pushed her back and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. She got the last button and immediately pulled the blouse off. She laid it on the bed next to herself while removing her bra. She put the bra on top of the blouse and arched back and groaned from the sensation of her perky globes bouncing freely in the open air. She tossed her blouse and bra into the corner of the room and stood up to pull her skirt off. Her soft B cups jiggled as she shimmied the skirt down and over her curvy. Despite his size Jimmy was a strong guy and lifted me from the table and stood me on the floor. Without the use of my arm I found it difficult to balance in the high heals, but a few cuts from a cane across my arse soon gave me the incentive to master the problem. He attached a lead to my neck collar and led me through the house to Lady Charlotte room. She was lying on the bed naked watching television as we entered. ‘O’ good not much on tonight, you will make up for that Vicky. Jimmy.