.. what is our relationship?" slave," slave began without hesitation, "is property of Master." Both slave and husband of Robert dropped to the floor a...d bowed to their Master, each existing to serve the affluent man with their every being.As the slaves bowed to their Master, the slave formerly know as chrissie's brother stood at the bottom of the stairs. The boy, blond like his dear brother, a year younger, stood heart pounding on the bottom step at how excited he was for his brother's. Closer to where I live.”“Good idea.”“Alright, let’s get your box out so you can get on with your business,” Melody whispered.“Remember, they are probably friendly, bank protecting ghosts, not dangerous ones.”“But now, after they killed someone, maybe they aren’t protective anymore,” Melody whispered.They got the deposit box out on the table again and Linda took it to the private room where she removed thirteen hundred dollars. Then she went back out to get Melody so they could lock it back up.. Now, I know never to overthink, and life is only to obey. I took the goblet to my lips, held it bottom up and let the thick cool cum pour into my mouth. The sisters and the thralls whispered a chant. The cum! There was more to it than a sweet and salty taste or the texture as it slid on my tongue. My mistress's cum took the evanescent, post orgasmic bliss in my mind, and stretched out its euphoria. When I handed the goblet back, I looked to Morgan. Her face looked like it had when Kayla talked. With a quick kiss on the cheek, her mother was out the door and in the car. Kelly remained at the window, watching the car disappear from sight. Leaning her head against the icy window pane, she watched a lone person walking down the sidewalk. Could this be her? Height was right, as was the body build. She had a heavy jacket on, and her hood hid her hair. Kelly watched the unknown lady walk up her walkway. She had her face buried in the lapel of her coat, but when she looked up to see the.