"Who owns you?" he asked. "You do. My daddy owns me," I replied. "That's right. You will do everything I say, as I say it, or receive punishment. Is t...at understood?" He asked me after pulling his phone from the side table and recording us. "Yes Daddy, I understand." He laughed, and set the phone down next to my head. My daddy took a finger and slid it into my soaking pussy, and then looked at me in shock. "You're a virgin?" I nodded coyly. "This will be even better than I thought." He stopped. In some aspects, their ability approached two and a half times to one, especially in young Berl'ahan's case.But Michael! Something had happened to his physiognomy: his muscles held more power, his sinews more strength, his joints more flexibility, his heart more endurance, his lungs more capacity. He eased into the tests, not wishing to over-extend himself or to appear boastful to his hosts. Jon'a-ren quickly put a halt to that!"Michael, my son! We are here to test you, to learn your abilities. The yacht was stocked with the finest liquors and real glass bottles with traditional made Whiskey. There was a light year wide difference between the 24 year old Dalwhinnie he was slowly swirling in the heavy bottom glass he was holding and the gut burning booze Napha used to sell. He wondered if good whiskey and the possibility of a fat credit box was worth being on the side of a mass murderer.He watched the silver blue swirls of thick smoke of the cigar he nursed with careful slow drags and. Don’t ask me about it because I’m not going to tell you. I guarantee that you’ll never see him again. But, now we need to call the police. You’ll press charges for assault and anything else the cops can think of. You’ll explain that you had an affair and we argued about it. I stayed with my friend Jerry Palmer until you called and told me that he had beaten you. Wouldn’t you say that was pretty much the truth???Yes, but I don’t want you to be arrested.??They will question me, but Jerry.