She nodded sweetly and grimaced apologetically. Bill smirked and patted her butt and insinuated his finger into her buttock crease. “No problem hone...y,” he whispered. “I know all about de-Flowering.”Mandela led the way into the centre followed by two servants carrying a large ventilated box. The door was laboriously opened and the servants were dismissed. Mandela checked inside the box as Jesus, Charles, Mary and Bill craned their necks to see the next revelation. After some harsh, impatient. If, for whatever reason, this is the first of my literary efforts you haveopened, I will beg your patience in order to set the scene a little.... My name, as I mentioned above, is Peter -- or, more precisely, SLAVE Peter:I am the property of my wonderful owner, the beautiful Mistress Tina. And byproperty" I mean exactly that: my Mistress owns me,body and soul, and has the total right of ownership to do with me just as shepleases... and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is. "I love you daddy" she whispered, not wanting to wake him yet, and kissed again, her hand resting on his chest she caressed him, as she touched and then kissed his nipples, her hand moved down his chest though the grey hair, down further to his waist to stop at his pajama trousers, 'when had he put them back on?'The cord slid apart as she pulled slowly at it, sliding under the duvet she entered a warm cave lit by a golden glow from the sun, and filled with the musky scent of last nights. Vannie welcomed me to her room by closing the door and turning into my arms immediately."I'm just as horny now as I was this afternoon, Harry. You have some kind of power over me, and you can do anything you want with me. I'm yours for as long as you want me," she murmured in a seductive growl.I began by kissing her passionately, then slowly, very slowly, undressing her. Although I had seen her this afternoon in an almost naked state, I was again mesmerized by her. I don't really remember.