“He’s got a negative comment about everything. The only time you’ll hear him say anything nice is when he’s agreeing with something Mr. Hollan... says. Then when Mr. Holland leaves, he talks about the lame brain ideas he has.”Jake placed the saddle on the rack and began to brush the fat man’s horse.“You’re going to spoil that horse,” Slim told him.Jake looked at him, puzzled.“Todd ain’t never brushed that horse as long as I’ve known him,” Slim added. “Says it just makes the horse soft and barn. ”“I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable going that far,” she said smirking a little.“What?” I said sternly. “Your dumb whore’s mouth is going to take my cock whether you like it or not!”She seemed to melt at the word, “whore.”I grabbed her up, turned her around, and pushed her face down onto the sofa. I grabbed the rope and tied her wrists behind her back, being careful not to make the rope so tight as to leave marks that John would see.I reached down and rubbed her ass and worked my way between her. Hearing Mistress' heels disappear behind her, always causes Ashley's stomach to fill with anxiety. The slave watches as Mistress prepares. The plugged, little slave smiles at Ashley naughtily as she bites her lip with excitement. Ashley feels the wet, metal tip of the plug press gently against her pink ring. She feels her pucker clench tightly. "Don't be shy," Mistress giggles. Ashley tries to make herself relax, but her heart is pounding in her chest so hard, she can hear it. Mistress teases. ***So my first proper meal in the Forty-first century was a large double cheeseburger and fries with a coke to wash it all down with. At least it looked like it was. Kira had the same and sat licking her fingers clean as I watched Kiwo humming to herself in the far corner of the room."It's a secret," said Kira before I could ask her about our meal and how it looked and tasted exactly like I remembered. A meal that the sim had conjured up out of thin air, "Some things just never change no matter.