Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was d...ad; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one. I doubt anyone wants to be in themiddle of a, hopefully, naughty story and suddenly find themselvessubjected to a treatise on the Old Republic era (the best era) of SW. Asbefore, any tips on how to improve my writing are greatly appreciated. Infact, specific request; Can anyone offer a bit of tutoring on the bestway to upload these to avoid weird [email protected] DreamWe were in the hotel, Mistress, Mr Jay, and me. It had been aninteresting weekend. A chance to get away for the. ... I wept uncaring. "A really lovely mark. Pity you can´t see it." Alfred´s voice seemed far away. I flinched as his finger traced the wound he had made. "You can stop making a fuss. I ain´t going to hit you no more."What had I become that this clod could make me know such thankfulness. Not to be whipped again! Perhaps without the whip I could survive. I said "thank you", gratefully. How I loathed myself."No use hurting a girl too bad," Alfred said thoughfully."There´s always another day." He. He was driving his mocha bronze 2014 Buick LaCrosse sedan. He was coming to visit a young Filipino sissy. They had talked countless times. Today, they were both free. The five-foot-ten, light-skinned father-of-three walked to the apartment that the young dude shared with his mother. His mom was away at work this Saturday morning..Dajilo was the sissy’s name. He was in the ninth grade at his high school. He hit Jed up and told him he was free.Jed had driven an hour. He was 31-years-old. His wife.