She worked for years as a professional seamstress/tailor and in fact, she made most of the suits and shirts that I wore on stage. Now that she was ret...red, she spent all of her time in her sewing room creating beautiful clothes for me. Although she was fifty-nine, she had a real modern flair for men's fashions and made clothes for which I would have had to pay hundreds of dollars.I had just returned from a road trip back east and was looking forward to a few weeks of R&R at Mom's house. She. ”“You do?” Carter could feel his eyebrows arching at a perfect angle. All that manscaping could not go to waste, obviously.“It is about how you think that I don’t deserve you. You seduced me, and I was too easy for you.”“Whatever,” Carter shrugged.Were all relationships this complicated? Or only the gay ones? He was the most agreeable boyfriend, as far as he could remember. One girl had even told him once that he was really easy to break up with. That was him; the most accommodating ex in the. That's all right. Bimbosissy sluts don't need to remember these things, just as long as theyalways look sexy for their Masters and their friends. And their friend'sdogs.Gawd, that one is really starting to take hold.I usually end my day by going to bed at 11pm. I have a system where Ican tie myself up, spread eagle in bed for the night. I can only get theropes so tight, but I know that there will be somebody who will stop byand tie me up tighter so that I can drift off to sissy slumber. "Alone?" I said."Everybody's busy but you," he said."Yes, sir," I said.New Brunswick was one of those places where the British had built a regular barracks with crowded quarters for their men, much more room for the officers, a court yard and flagpole out front and lots of storage space underneath. I hung around the local saloon until I gathered up what I could about the new major called Rogers who seemed to be both a spit and polish man as well as an experienced fighter. He was sending our.