And, yes, there was something that was weird about being physically disconnected from him, but yet we were so mentally in touch and engaged. I went ba...k, still unfulfilled, to read the rest of his email. He wanted to know if I was free for breakfast and for a trip to the Sunday flea market in town. Absolutely. I showed up promptly at 7:30 wearing a white denim mini skirt that I hadn’t unpacked from my box of summer clothes for a couple of years. I decided to tone it down a bit with a cotton. He told Brianna to sit at the table. “When I bought you from Mr. Bonnet, he forgot to provide me with your contract of indenture. We can remedy that oversight now. I want you to sign your name to this document.”OMG. OMG. This was a real contract of indenture! If she signed it, she would legally be a slave! And it was for 7 years! The contract stated that she was the indentured slave of Steven Bonnet! If she signed it, it would mean that Bonnet had the right to sell her and that Howard legally. Next was the admission to myself that it was the only ‘real’ physical crescendo I wanted in my life even though I was a heterosexual male. I ravished females for many years watching and touching every aspect of their physical perspective. I was gaining more and more understanding of exactly what it felt like to be a female physically, socially, emotionally and spiritually. It started with mild orgasmic physical sensations that increased each time I relaxed and nurtured the highly sexual energy. That spurred me on and I opened my mouth to accept his fat head into my moist chasm. This time he actually moaned and heat speared down my spine, straight to my groin. I squirmed a bit as I sucked him down into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat, but not quite. My fist and mouth moved up and down his length while my other hand continued to toy with you. I was a bit distracted with Ernie, but I can feel you getting even harder as you watch your little slut suck another man’s.