Next thing that I found was a few pictures of my mom taken on a Polaroid. Man, did she look pretty hot in them. I didn't really look at them too long;...I was like whoa that’s my mom. She was wearing some sexy lingerie. My body seems to have taken after hers, as I now have nice sized tits (a 34 D/ 34 DD); whereas I knew she had about a 38 C or so. Not bad size. Anyways she looked pretty smokin' hot.I found handcuffs in my dad's drawers. Interesting I thought, and made a mental note of them to use. You have held on to Olympias for 10 cycles of the ring, punishing her in different ways, different bodies, as ringwielders have come and gone. This time, she ensnared Sara in her attempt to break free of your grip, and who knows what lengths she might go to next time? No, Ornias... enough is enough. Release her. Besides... I think that, if you need a companion once Sara has lived out her natural life as your contracted sub, she might be willing to work out an extension of some sort. She's. "Unlike any other" meant specifically "unlike any other prize we were offering." You got a notebook for your trouble, and no, it's not a computer. It's a fucking paper glued to the spine notebook. The only way to salvage this venture is if this turns out to have notes by someone famous, like songs Elvis never got around to recording, or an unpublished story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.When you finally get home, you pop open the notebook to see if there's anything worthwhile written in it, and. It's Tiny. I mean ... Mister Kleinhofer. He asked me about the local night-life, you know." Well ... enjoy your evening. Have fun." Thanks, Mister Carpenter."Thus blocked, I briefly considered Charlie. Somehow, that didn't seem right, and I took some files home with me. As we entered the building, Charlie looked at me."Will there be anything else, Boss?" Er, no, thanks, Charlie. I won't be going anywhere. Do you need a night off? If anything comes up I could call Jen?" No, thanks, Boss. I'll.