You can be my slave, or youcan be a nobody again. Now, tell me, is that really what you want?"Princess Dee asked.Tom hesitated; he was very confused b... her sincerity and by her offer.Would she really just let him go right now if he told her to leave himalone? If so, was she right? Would he really go back to being a nobody?What was wrong with him? How could she make slavery actually sound betterthan the alternative? "I...I" Tom stammered without ever giving her adefinitive answer."See slave? You. She had an overflowing bookshelf with all sorts of titles for leisure reading as well as interesting non-fiction. She seemed like a cool girl. A copy of the Kama Sutra even sat on her bookshelf, the thought of which got me excited at first glance.Pictures of her and friends were all over a bulletin board, most seemingly taken at parties. Most were equally attractive girls, but several were guys. She seemed to have a tomboy side to her.Every couple minutes I would quickly leave the room and. Each file was named, and within each file a series of other files. The curser arrow scanned down, with her brother clicking on a particular file but she paid little attention to what was name on each file .She recognized file names, characters from Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings. There might have been some logic to the file names but Susie was not thinking about logic. Eventually a file opened with a list of jpegs popped a screen. “This, my sweet fuck is a file of the pics you sent to me… or. I needed to find someone to shower with before the cruise was over. In the meantime I rather enjoyed teasing myself just enough to stay on edge. I dried off and rolled into bed.Sometime in the middle of the next day I woke up. The room was spinning around and I was nauseous. I tried to get up. Three times I tried to get up. The last time was the charm, but I couldn't keep my balance and stumbled across the room in a zigzag pattern as I made my way to the rest room.God, there was still a lot of.