He started life worth already a little over a million dollars and he had earned his first ten million by the time he turned twenty, and had made his o...e hundredth million just after turning thirty. Undoubtedly he was still aiming for the billionaire mark now that he had just passed forty. In my opinion, his soul seemed a bit damaged as if he had spent years of his life working towards some goal that he now perceived as being of worthless. It occurred to me that Bob could use a few Sundays at. He nodded at me before saying, "I like thelook." It's not by choice, I assure you." Oh?" The shirt's too small for my breasts, and, I could be wrong, but Ithink that whatever you gave me widened my hips as well, because thepanties are rather tight now, and I could barely get the skirt on." I see," my Master said, frowning. He sighed and said, "In any case,give me your bag." I nodded and silently handed it over. "Where's yourwallet?" In the top pocket."He opened the pocket that I told him about. She said she could not tell what happened but Faith knew it had to be painful. And yet, Cinny was elated about it.Ann was Faith’s next mistress. As they did each night, each slave slept with the next day’s mistress. Faith found herself tied spread eagle to Ann’s bed with clamps on her nipples and clit hood as Ann slept, using one of Faith’s arms as a pillow. Sleep did not come easily because of the dull pain in Faith’s breasts and between her legs, but eventually she did drift off.The next day. Our movements locked together,As if they seemed to rhyme,Our bodies dancing cheek to cheek,Just two partners in crime.While moving to the music,Bodies in a gentle sway,No words needed to be spoken,Nothing we needed to say.Our undulating motions,Hip to hip we were wed,Had more to say than any tale,Or mere words ever said.Our continued rhyming movements,Thinly disguised as dance,Told of a story yet to be told,Hinted at future romance.As we danced away the evening,Generating a lover’s heat,Once.