Be at my beck and call, all day and night. The only people a demand like that wouldn’t scare away were liars, or possibly a crazy person. But sh...e did want one, a slave to respond to her beck and call, all day and night, every day and night. Sure, she had plenty offering their services for such a thing, but where there was quantity, there was no quality. Lewis, on the other hand, he would be perfect, or could be moulded into the perfect slave. “Mistress,” Lewis said, his head casted. Initially I could not see any one. But then, I saw my wife fully nude and was sitting on him with her legs on his either sides. He was also naked. She was now moving up and down, her heavy breast, heaving up and down, and her long hairs down on her back. Her hands were on his hairy chest. I saw him. Yes, he was very handsome, a gym figure, bushy hair on his chest. As she was raising up, his shaft was visible. It was very long and gat. She was moaning, and then they changed the position. He came. Since she was my financier and control for the operation that was to take place in less than 24 hours, I began to devise an immediate escape route and glanced out the window to make certain there were no police vans starting to assemble for an assault on my apartment.However, the story underneath the photo seemed to bear no relationship to a covert act of terror in the heart of the city. It was all about boring financial dealings and currency exchanges that were not quite up to ethical norms. I. " She turned to Joel. "This is Specialist Roland, my second in command."Joel offered his hand, "Pleased to meet you specialist, Joel Hansen."Roland appraised him much as Melody had, taking in his boots and the brown t-shirt underneath his flannel one. "Glad you're with us sir."His handshake was firm and confident. "Right through there please." Joel passed Tyler to Melody and went into the back with Roland, one of the older boys followed. "Just take everything off and toss it on the bed." He.