"Master, behold your property," Amanda intoned, her words slow and deliberate. "Property does not have will. Property does not have wants. Property is...to be owned and used for your pleasure."Amanda paused to take a breath. Her eyes shimmered. The Slavemaster stared into them, his own narrowing."Master, behold your slave, your property, your pleasure," Amanda concluded in a heavy voice.The Slavemaster continued to stare. Amanda held his gaze but wavered as was expected of her. Finally, she. I was busted. It was two girls, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body; well-proportioned hips, and ample breasts, swaying slightly, even. When we finally broke our kiss, I lifted up and looked into her eyes. She was nearly in tears and I thought I had did something wrong. So I asked, “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” She looked back at me and replied, “No, you did not hurt me. That was the…… I mean… What you just did… I just ……” “I told you that I have never felt this way before. Being with you is the best thing in my life. When we are apart…. I feel empty,” I said before she could finish whatever it was she was. Save about himself. I even tried Scotland Yard, checked school records of some schools I remember hearing him mention. He never mentioned his family to me or in my presence. He was a likeable fellow. Open and witty and charming as well as his ex-friend and ex-partner he had summarily kicked in the teeth, consigned to hell, and had gone blithely on his way, other wise how could he have done such a monstrously evil thing? Or perhaps he is dead, indeed and is in hell indeed. Most hopefully so. I.