The room held the computer desk they shared, a number of bookcases, and an altar. She laid her coffee mug on the coaster she kept on her desk and on a...whim she went over to it. The low table which was bedecked with crystals and candles. On the left was the chalice that Paul had bought her, a lovely hand blown piece in shades of purple. On the right the blade she had bought him at Ren Fair. In the center lay their wands, crafted from fallen branches which had been sanded with love and care. She. I said ok. shewas looking gorgeous in tight salwar kameez. i was getting hard. usne dupatta nahi dala tha , her boobs were getting out. wohi showcase me photframe tha,usme usne teeno the hubby wo aur her child. i said. photo bahut achi hai. she said thanks.me beech beech me uske boobs dhekne lagta . usse bhi laga gaya thaki meri nazar kaha hai. par wo kuch nahi boli. main uske bad ghar chalaya gaya. fir thode din baad uska phone aya . usne kaha ki lunch ghar par karna mein mana kiya to daat kar. Surprising or not, inside my mansion, well, under the mansion if a large dungeon that my father built to keep his slaves, and now that he’s old, it was mine. It is really something that plagues nightmares.The dungeon is 12100 meters squared in area, extending far beyond the mansion itself, but ending somewhere in the large garden of the house.In there are 80 cells, a hundred meters each in area. Yes, that is quite a large area, but my father liked them that way, and so do I. I keep a slave in. "Hi, Honey. Nice to see you again. For now, just call me Gerry," he says.Why is it that if you have a bunch of Americans, there's always one called Gerry? And of course, he calls me 'Honey'.I'm still standing in the doorway."Well, come on in Honey. Come on in and sit right down!" Do I have a choice?" I'm finding the combination of his polite tone and the fact I'm handcuffed confusing, to say the least.He laughs. "Gee, you Brits are all so droll. Nope, you ain't got no choice at all. And, to.