And the child had been right, they did look like a dress.He was the man who had sacked me, defrocked me and repossessed my BMW after I had aborted the...exorcism of an epileptic girl.I started scanning his purchases, obviously picked at random from the rack of sweets just by the checkout. “I’m not a ‘Father’ any more,” I pointed out. “You defrocked me, remember?”“I was following orders. The Vatican felt you brought the Roman Catholic Church into disrepute.”“Cash or card?” I asked him.“I’d like to. She believed that any sexual acts that people engage in of their own free will is good for them if it brings them pleasure and causes them no harm. She believed that people should be free to have sex with anyone they wanted to, where ever and when ever the urge overtook them. It was her belief that if the good Lord hadn't wanted people to enjoy all the sexual pleasures that their bodies had to offer them, He wouldn't have made having an orgasm feel so fucking fantastic. Mom definitely enjoys. "That's not the kind of respect I'm after from a slave. How did you speakto officers? I'd have thought you would be respectful and obedient to yourofficers and betters." Please will you buy me... Sir?"I shrugged. "I don't bargain with slaves. You know how I will use you.You have to ask for it all. Let's hear it again." Please, will you buy me, sir? And you can fuck me, sir? Please." Of course I can fuck you if I buy you. You'll be my slave. There's nopermission from you required. . This raised an eyebrow in question, was I to indulge myself or was I expected to wait and share an intimate glass of bubbly before bed? Whatever, I opened the bottle and determined to have a little control over what was happening to me.Opening the inner envelope I found a neatly written list of instructions, or if not instructions certainly suggestions to my next course of action. Chantal,No dear, dearest or my darling? What a disappointment. If your reading this then I trust you are safely.