All these time, he was keeping an eye on me and slowly he escorted towards a limousine which was waiting to take me to his house. It was an hours driv... to his house and we were alone in the car. I was loaded with jewels and my sari paloo was covering my head and face. He lifted it and asked me whether I was OK. There were still tears in my eyes as here I did not know where my fate was taking me. He embraced me and said – darling, don’t worry. You will have me from on all your life. Why do you. And then my pants were undone, and she gripped my black boxer-briefs and slipped them down until the thick hardness of my cock was exposed, and she had eyes only for my dick. She stared at it closely, intently, reverently even, and a visible shudder coursed through her. I allowed her a moment, then, to fully take in the sight of me. When at last her eyes turned back up to mine, my slave said in that impish, playful voice of hers, which was husky with lust by then, “I know I said before that I. She was so thin as to make Kat Moss look healthy and Samantha positively curvy by comparison and he was not a fan of that look. She had wanted to be a model but lacked the general look that the current crop all seemed to share. Her eyes were small, almost beady, her cheek bones just a little too sharp and overall he did not find her photogenic. An opinion shared by a number of photographers he had learned both in alcohol fueled rants from Amanda as well as from talking to the photographers. I walked up to Adam and was about to say,"See, that wasn't too bad, a little more help from you and I might getpretty good at this", when I realized that Adam was staring down at mychest. I looked down and after a second or two realized that I didn'thave a right breast any more - well, technically I had never had a rightbreast - but the breast form that had filled out the right side of thetop of my swimming suit was nowhere to be seen and the wet fabric of thecup on that side was pasted flat.