. and you don’t die or get sick, no one really cares what I do in here.”She chuckled. It was a deep, evil-sounding chuckle. “In here,” she sai..., “I am master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.” She chuckled once again.James looked over at the hatchway. He thought of running, but realized that he had no idea how to unlock the hatch. He turned back to face Seven.“You have no idea,” she said with a sneer, “how wonderful it feels when your cock pulsates around my catheter probe or your body. ‘Put my bag down this instant. This has gone far enough! That’s it I’m getting up, no silly fantasy is worth this!’I was openly crying now.‘Robbie you will stay exactly where you are and how you are unless you want me to hurt you some more. How are your shoulders feeling anyway?’She giggled.‘This is no longer your bag, it’s my bag now.’I pushed her leg away in an attempt to get up. Then a flash of anger across her face. And pain exploded in my breast. She had stomped on me hard. Lifted her left. Kim really didn’t need a bra to hold her firm tits any more than her young daughter did. Her skirt hung open, half-way up her thighs when she crossed her legs on the recliner. She was very pretty, with shoulder length dark brown hair. She was slender, with shapely legs and thighs. Her skin was light tan, but not natural like her ch(i)ldren, she had to tan herself on their pool deck. Her face had high cheek bones like Pam, with intense hazel eyes. Her nose was small, with a cute square tip.A. Among the regular shirts and trousers were other items that Don never had—suits, costume-themed shirts, different soldiers’ uniforms from years past, and even board games on the shelf above.Closing the closet doors, she looked at her dressing table again. Around the mirror on the wooden frame were carved roses. She noticed there was a large glass vase with red roses on the bureau. Don hated flowers so something was different here. She knew she had to ask Jolene. Quickly, she put her hair up.