"The rest of the evening was a blur of activity and emotions Leslie hasnever felt before, and yet it felt so right.The remaining days of the week went...painfully slow. The drive at fivehome to her little apartment was just as painful. A few hours later, shewas pushing the buzzer to enter her Master's lair. It didn't feel likeone, but she thought it was like he was a predator and she was thewilling prey.She was calmly led to a recliner in the main room and given a glass ofwine. It trembled. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can’t make any promises as to how quickly I’ll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I’ll finish it at some point if you’re patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing. Chapter 2: Bree Again The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. I kept an eye out for Bree but didn’t see her. I heard through the grapevine that Steve ended up. He gives me a sharp nod and stalks inside. I look at Napoleon, he face is contorted into a snarl, but he drops his head in a nod and follows Melville. I look around at the folks standing around many of the mutter to themselves and wander away.A few don't, those being the other elders. Nimrod doesn't wait for me to say anymore but he glides up to me, he gives me a quick kiss and a smile before his face turns inward and composed as he enters. This seems like a signal for the rest of the elders to. I was just about to start climbing the stair case but somebody called me from behind. I turned to see who was that. There stands the women of not just my dreams, many people’s dreams. She was dressed in a night gown, which was pink in colour. Silky soft was the fabric, and sexy enough to arouse my senses. I saw her, then her round breasts, and then again at her face. That was not the first time she has caught me staring at her super-ripe mangoes. She has caught me staring at her many times. She.