" I replied. I stepped back releasing her. She stood there bathed in the firelight. She watched me with an expression of curiosity and lust on her fac.... I stroked her cheek. "Your face is beautiful." As I continued my fingertip exploration, moving my fingers to her lips, tracing their outline. She moaned. I moved my fingers down her neck and to the opening of her blouse. "Your neck is perfect, just right for kissing." She closed her eyes as my fingers traced their way to her left breast and. Detouring to the kitchen to get a glass, she then proceeded to her bathroom where she relieved herself into it. Returning to the kitchen with the now full glass, she placed it into the freezer. There was no reason, she reflected, why her slave shouldn’t later share in some chilled holiday cheer himself. Having provided for Reed’s special treat, Danielle made her way into the bedroom where she smiled as she found her clothes for the evening carefully laid out on her perfectly made bed. . "Let me go!" I screamed.I looked back and Agent Wyman was pointing what looked like a gun at Oliver's head and the table was now gone, as was the booth we were just sitting in. I looked back at Agent Fleck who smiled and said, "I didn't know you were such a whore. I wonder who else you'll spread your legs for. Let's find out!"Suddenly, I'm thrown against a wall as he tries to kiss me. "GET OFF ME!" I screamed.He slapped my face hard, and suddenly, something about him started to change. His face. Betsy had to start all over again making new friends and trying to fit in. She chose a popular vocation not because she truly loved the thought of being a teacher or professor, but more so because her father pushed her in that direction. Her marks were outstanding so Betsy had her choice of which school to attend.Born and raised in New Orleans, Betsy didn't want to attend college there. She eventually picked one in Atlanta and settled into college with relative ease. Betsy had a deep yearning.