I'm not going to do that saving time. While I'm sure the statements will be helpful, if the information we need was in there, you wouldn't have called...me in the first place. I don't care whose car we take, but — since I'm still new in town — I think it would be best if you drove. Shall we?"Even with traffic it was only a twenty-minute drive to the estate. Wow! Impressive doesn't begin to do it justice. It was like an island oasis in a desert of concrete, asphalt, and steel. The trees and lush. "Carl...." she gasped out, pointing at my chest, a look of surprised disbelief on her face. "What?" I looked down, not seeing what she was pointing to at first, but then I did and gasped in surprise myself. "What...?" I gasped again, this time touching my chest, or more precisely the two small bumps that were beginning to push out from my chest. The tissue that met my fingers beneath my shirt was soft but firm at the same time, and undeniably attached to me. It was like I was swollen up from a. On the drive home, the slave explained a few things to me so that I would have a better understanding of his M/s relationship. He said that he used to be the fundraiser of the charity the auction was being held for. A few years ago, his Master made him an offer he could not refuse. He said he was a Master until that night and he had never been with a man before. His Master offered a million dollars to the charity if he would be his slave for the evening. This kind of money would do so. And come on, it wasn’t ages, man!”“Bobby Casey won the fiddle title that time, I’m sure of it.”“Oh, then that surely puts us to be older than we’d like to admit,” Mairead joked.“Maybe only with Muireann and myself,” Tommy quipped back, eliciting a giggle from her. He gestured to the rest of us. “They all surely don’t know Bobby, so your secret is safe...”“Fantastic that you saw him back then!” Muireann said, her eyes alight.“It was a great time,” Mairead agreed. “But Muireann, how incredible to.