I figured it was her husband. He was not that old, perhaps even a little younger than Pamela herself. His hair was blond and he had blue eyes. He was ...railer than me, but just as tall. At this time, my dick had gotten softer, but it was still very long and hanging between my legs. When they saw me, Pamela and her husband stood up. – There he is! said Pamela, That is what a real man looks like Nick. Nick didnt say anything. Pamela grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. I was feeling quite. It can't be much worse than that". "Yes it can. You've onlyseen how we treat our slaves at home, and the company slaves, and that's nottoo bad, they are after all convicted felons, but an owner can do almost anythingto his slaves, short of actually killing or maiming them seriously, and someof them are real sadists. If Nick's delivered into the hands of that bitch,she'll break him. After fifteen years he'll be reduced to nothing more thana slave for the rest of his life, no education, no. She had purchased some sexy new baby-blue satin undergarments that she was certain would catch Richard's attention. They had certainly caught hers. With a fresh blush on her cheeks, Julie lifted the tiny, T-back thong and held it in her palm. "There’s not enough here to cover anything!" she thought excitedly as she considered the tiny bit of fabric.Spreading it open by the waistband, she marveled that anyone would design such a thing. It amounted to little more that a couple of elastic bands. I was starting to feel my eyelids get heavy and I started todrowse.Rachael and David had thrashed out a story for my presence, I wasFrancine her goddaughter. My mommy was called Sandra who was a closefriend from Rachael s school days. She had given custody of me toRachael as she had died of cancer. I was three and a half and the shockof losing my mommy had caused me to regress. Sandra had also left alarge house on the outskirts of the city and her whole fortune toRachael to care for me. This.