-You nameAmy-Who owns you, Amy?You do Master-Would you do anything to make me happy Amy?Yes Master I would, she answered as an orgasm was building up...inside of her.-Would you become mine? leave your parents? you could be a whore who lives at my house if that makes us happy?Yes Master I could-Tell your parents you hate them, and you are going to live with me?I hate you mom and dad, and I am going to live with my master from now on-Do you promise?I promise, she answered as her body and soul were. “Well, Brian’s tales of misadventure are always good for a laugh,” I chuckled.“Yeah, he knows some corkers. But I loved your story on how you were responsible for shutting down the BBC for an hour or so,” she giggled.“Ah hell, I was only removing some spare cabling. I didn’t realise that part of it was the main outfeed to the antenna,” I chuckled.“But Peter, you’re the software engineer contracted to rebuild their network, not a cable monkey,” she chuckled.“One helps where one can.” I replied. ’ He bit down on his pipe. He had stopped smoking it years ago, but still kept a few around anyway. ‘Good,’ he said again, unaware of any double meanings in his wife’s report. Alan appeared downstairs a few minutes later. Mrs. Van Devanter and the girls were upstairs getting ready for dinner and Alan and Mr. Van Devanter were passing the time at the backgammon set. Alan was experimenting with his powers by manipulating the dice, giving himself bad or mediocre rolls at the start of games, and. You know, he owns his business, and makes oodles of money.’ Georgia unconsciously glanced down at the designer dress, the Gucci handbag, and Prado shoes she was wearing, evidence of both Donald’s ability to make money as well as his largesse towards his wife and her rather expensive habits of dress. Anne looked at Georgia with the appraising eye of a woman who knows just how much the outfit and accessories would cost. Not that Anne’s apparel had carried a lesser price tag, but she had earned.