I would keep her until she got too old to serve any more. As for Nicole she could come stay but I would work on finding her a new master to serve. She...said she might agree but the new master would have to be local to me and she would have to still be able to come serve me. I was her first master and I brought her into the lifestyle. I was the only one she was comfortable doing anal with and she grew to love the feel of my cock. I agreed and we set everything up. Two weeks later they were living. ‘Bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Jasmine fell back asleep, feeling completely blissful. If Deon was going to get his act together, and it looked like he was, then they could resume their blooming relationship. There was still the matter of Philip, but that was for a different day… Deon was sorry that he had lied to Jasmine again, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth about his whereabouts after last night. The truth was, he had to appear in court for a charge, and he had completely. The answer to their adversities came from the application to become a heritage landmark. If that were to be accomplished the villages’ tax bite would be considerably lower. That would bring a giant glow to the oldest private kink community and allow it to be restored to its former glory.It is said politics & panties make for strange bedfellows. Such was the case when Missy broke the norm. it was always assumed that no reporter would put her butt on the line, literally red welt lines across her. That skirt seems to stay on with just the tension of the belt. So long as no one yanks it, I should be fine. Wait! How am I going to keep my shirt down? Oh well, I must be careful. I’m out and about in my t-shirt cut in two, minus a chunk in the middle. I love the feeling of the breeze. It makes me feel fragile. I’m at the mall this time. A lot of people are giving me glances. I love the feeling. My skirt is so short. They must be waiting to see my panties. Something tells me people enjoy.