Paula broke the brief silence. "Mr. Patterson, your grandson is a very fine young man. My family has had the pleasure of being around him for the past...eight months. He's saved our lives. He's taught us about honor, sacrifice, and determination. You really need to show him some love and respect. He was extremely lonely when we first met him. He was quite sad about losing his parents. He had no idea he even had relatives. I may seem to be overstepping my bounds here, but his happiness is very. Like Paul, of adultery, cuckoldry, domesticviolence, spousal abuse, voyeurism, rape, or any of a dozen other sexualoffenses.After inspecting the columns into which Paul had made his entries,Malcolm handed him the key. "Have a good day." Oh, I intend to," Paul assured him.Chad--or "Sissy," as Paul now called his ex-spouse--was likely to have abusy day, Malcolm thought, as he imagined half a dozen things Paul mighthave in store for his ex-husband. The thought made Malcolm's own cockstiffen.* *. My BF told me that he and Bill were going to trade me and Sherri. Bill would be my master the whole time, and if I agreed I would really enjoy it. We have played with Bill and Sherri before, but I had never played a sex slave before and was quite excited to try it out. So I agreed. I like letting men use me for sex. We drove with Bill and Sherri to their place. Bill and I in the back seat. Bill took my panties off in the back seat as my BF drove the car and watched us in his rear-view mirror.. “It is, I suppose, possible that you said or did something whilst in the DDR that led to their discovery. But we know that Oberstleutnant Schmidt was searching for them and...” she her eyes flicked towards Mr Pritchard, “we think there might have been a leak.”Using my hair, she tossed me backwards into my chair. Standing up, she gave me a very cold stare. “Whatever happened, they’re gone.” Her eyes were full of ice: no empathy, no compassion. “Best you get on with your life and forget about.